Memory
In that night it entered in sad house. A sadness that could not define. Already wise person knew itself and who aquelesentimento would pass. Still thus she thought about investigating it. She made what it sad? What the taste of the things took off it? It left what it melancholic? Wise person who it was not nacidade. But also wise person who its absence could not be the investigated reason, after all, exactly when in the city, it never she was truily with it.
She concluded that to be sad she was of its nature, that would not lose more tempoinvestigando the reasons. She would make different. She thought about imagining what lhefazia happy. Thus she thought that she could neutralize happy the sad thoughts with aslembranas. How arduous work! It had poucaslembranas happy! It was lain down in its great decasal bed, either even so single (that it seemed bigger of what never) and opened olivro that waited all to it the nights on the improvised headboard small table, did not obtain to read a page. All its past it aflua to the memory. Comoposso not to remember happy moments! The hours had passed diaamanheceu, it. It raised, exactly not having nailed the eyes.
He was worried. It passed todamanh ruminating thoughts. As one did not remember when it are happy! It was to lunch. It entered noRestaurante. It complimented to all as of custom. doGarom accepted the suggestion. Who knows good comidinha would not change its mood? It ate without much taste. Not that acomida it was bad, was it who had lost the flavor of the life. Its tristezaj if showed different of the other times! What it will be that happened? It thought again about it. It laughed deseus devaneios. It was impossible, thought. She was to visit a friend. Good colloquy thought queuma could help it.
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