The most widely read biography.
The permission to tell the story that few know, a reading easy to understand and self-knowledge. The tale that no one would ever read or had no idea how it all started.
It all started as a joke, I just wanted to spend time, fill the free time that left me bored when in fact nothing more than entertainment uncultured, computer, television, mobile phone and vice versa. My boredom increased when my routine day-to-day was not interested anymore, I wanted more, but that had not yet discovered.
Always heard the murmurinhos people talking about the mysterious person who lived on the high street, the house that all do not have much access, respectable young man who did not give confidence to anyone looking for a lot of time when my father for a simple and simple conversation between two educated society. Little is told of its history, but when threatened count gave the excuse that he was too late and had to leave. Who frequented that house? My parents, me and the loneliness that for there dwelt.
The years went by, I grew as far as possible, reach the highest age and my curiosity was only increasing since then I thought to start my little crazy character: The bold and smart detective decided to show up and resolve once the whole story. Interestingly, that I never liked to do research, read books. I confess that my taste for them has increased more and more, thanks to my curiosity.
No one knew what I was doing in my spare time, always said he was going to the library to do research on romance novels, stories that touch our hearts, as well as self-help that made me improve a little each day, I was adding new vocabularies in my word lists and more knowledge. One day this certain boy needed someone who could help you organize your documents, books, some already knew of my interest and decided to give me a hand. I thought: Why not? Of course I will go to apply for this job, and you know what? I conquered.
To start working for this young man, I was watching how everything happened inside that house. As a child I thought fantastic what he saw there, but did not understand what was going on there, there was a certain allowable limit. Spaces limited to one child, was released by merit, trust and confidentiality. I never commented or asked something that could not actually force him to talk was happening naturally as my performance. There was born a friendship between the bold and smart detective with the mysterious boy.
He was always watching me, and when I picked up something that he thought better not pass my eyes, told me: At the right time will know, now put on the red folder and when the time form will tell you. It made me feel nuts because I wanted to know what was written there, but did not want to lose what was getting gradually their confidence.
And so my admiration for him grew, because so many years frequenting that house, knew all sides, all maps that house was already recorded in my memory. He knew very well the little girl who was playing in his home and was allowed to run to all sides of hiding, was limited but always said, when you grow up you will be able to know my story, but now tell you tales of his age.
I got there a conclusion, I slept thinking about it all night and morning off. I woke up very early to work in that mansion that many love to talk to the contrary, but no one there had the impudence that I had lived in fear of what might happen there. I wonder: What are the biographies? To tell part of the story allowed?
Yes, the biography tells one story that spent mucado, speaks of the overcoming of the difficulties now, of reciprocated love, how they started to live a better life. They put pictures of when they were little, sad stories allowed in its limit, all is not being talked about or actually placed the way you want to put. We will know actually living with the person, not reading part of your life.
The best book I have ever read, who served as a monograph thesis, graduate, masters and doctorate, was the biography of the life, where I know that boy more closely. A story with joy, but we went through the process a lot of pain and suffering, leaving close to most people, but never ceased to be humble, sincere, true. I had one hand that neither my parents knew, but I was allowed to know: extroverted and cheerful side, the sorrows and tears when he spoke of his family.
The greatest treasure we have in our lives is the belonging of a delivery, the achievement of a new being, daily living, permission to read the greatest human biography. That story that only we know and not one that is being told by several chapters, with a beautiful cover and a summary about behind the book.
Here is a question: Do you allow this belonging? Allows the other read your book of life without that mystery? He has delivered the belonging of life? Or when someone asks you that question: Tell me a little about yourself? What answer? I have nothing to tell, or fully agrees with the desire awakened the person who just wants to know a little more of your story?
Pilar Mariosa Bastos da Silva.
It all started as a joke, I just wanted to spend time, fill the free time that left me bored when in fact nothing more than entertainment uncultured, computer, television, mobile phone and vice versa. My boredom increased when my routine day-to-day was not interested anymore, I wanted more, but that had not yet discovered.
Always heard the murmurinhos people talking about the mysterious person who lived on the high street, the house that all do not have much access, respectable young man who did not give confidence to anyone looking for a lot of time when my father for a simple and simple conversation between two educated society. Little is told of its history, but when threatened count gave the excuse that he was too late and had to leave. Who frequented that house? My parents, me and the loneliness that for there dwelt.
The years went by, I grew as far as possible, reach the highest age and my curiosity was only increasing since then I thought to start my little crazy character: The bold and smart detective decided to show up and resolve once the whole story. Interestingly, that I never liked to do research, read books. I confess that my taste for them has increased more and more, thanks to my curiosity.
No one knew what I was doing in my spare time, always said he was going to the library to do research on romance novels, stories that touch our hearts, as well as self-help that made me improve a little each day, I was adding new vocabularies in my word lists and more knowledge. One day this certain boy needed someone who could help you organize your documents, books, some already knew of my interest and decided to give me a hand. I thought: Why not? Of course I will go to apply for this job, and you know what? I conquered.
To start working for this young man, I was watching how everything happened inside that house. As a child I thought fantastic what he saw there, but did not understand what was going on there, there was a certain allowable limit. Spaces limited to one child, was released by merit, trust and confidentiality. I never commented or asked something that could not actually force him to talk was happening naturally as my performance. There was born a friendship between the bold and smart detective with the mysterious boy.
He was always watching me, and when I picked up something that he thought better not pass my eyes, told me: At the right time will know, now put on the red folder and when the time form will tell you. It made me feel nuts because I wanted to know what was written there, but did not want to lose what was getting gradually their confidence.
And so my admiration for him grew, because so many years frequenting that house, knew all sides, all maps that house was already recorded in my memory. He knew very well the little girl who was playing in his home and was allowed to run to all sides of hiding, was limited but always said, when you grow up you will be able to know my story, but now tell you tales of his age.
I got there a conclusion, I slept thinking about it all night and morning off. I woke up very early to work in that mansion that many love to talk to the contrary, but no one there had the impudence that I had lived in fear of what might happen there. I wonder: What are the biographies? To tell part of the story allowed?
Yes, the biography tells one story that spent mucado, speaks of the overcoming of the difficulties now, of reciprocated love, how they started to live a better life. They put pictures of when they were little, sad stories allowed in its limit, all is not being talked about or actually placed the way you want to put. We will know actually living with the person, not reading part of your life.
The best book I have ever read, who served as a monograph thesis, graduate, masters and doctorate, was the biography of the life, where I know that boy more closely. A story with joy, but we went through the process a lot of pain and suffering, leaving close to most people, but never ceased to be humble, sincere, true. I had one hand that neither my parents knew, but I was allowed to know: extroverted and cheerful side, the sorrows and tears when he spoke of his family.
The greatest treasure we have in our lives is the belonging of a delivery, the achievement of a new being, daily living, permission to read the greatest human biography. That story that only we know and not one that is being told by several chapters, with a beautiful cover and a summary about behind the book.
Here is a question: Do you allow this belonging? Allows the other read your book of life without that mystery? He has delivered the belonging of life? Or when someone asks you that question: Tell me a little about yourself? What answer? I have nothing to tell, or fully agrees with the desire awakened the person who just wants to know a little more of your story?
Pilar Mariosa Bastos da Silva.
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