A história de um homem.

The man's history is the saddest of the adventures. The life passes, the dreams hardly ever take place, the death is an absurd and incomprehensible destiny. I remember of when one day my boyfriend told me that the love only agrees with the life. But my boyfriend died, and today I know that nobody is loved in this world.



In front of the window I have the sea. Behind, the walls of this house fill me with memories. They are not just walls, but a whole life that the pass by, is they previous and he/she is prolonged for besides them.



It is perhaps that that am moved so much whenever here return. A picture is not just that that he of facto means, but also the sound of the voices that you/they spoke about him and before him they were dazzled. Thus, I can look at this picture and to say that my boyfriend had found in him the symbol of an appeased universe. I can say that this Sweeping naive of my old Rembrandt makes me to remind the broken-hearted mother that pressed in it arms, not a simple broom, but the son's of its lost dreams cadaver. Then, all these old pieces of furniture and dusty act on me as a velvet hand traveling me the hair. That whenever something of important happens in my life, so that I return to the baleal, as to take a sea bathing and to become purified. You will say perhaps that that eagerly seek everything this, that suffer and that partly that suffering pleases me. You will also say that to everything this I love in a crazy way and that, loving him, simultaneously I love me own, living him. It is true; tends reason.



But I need to love me to love the other ones, I need to suffer to meet. You will Object although my attitudes don't pass of a try of placing me in a situation-limit. It is also certain.



But you grieve in a situation –limit he/she knows him the Man; just in a situation-limit him the is truly forced to choose and to decide. And it is deciding that he is defined and it characterizes. Like this telling you that my life doesn't have future he/she doesn't want to say that she just has present, but yes that am to that future me that the invention I am forced to choose and, therefore, to place me permanently in a situation-limit.