ABANDONMENT I feel myself abandoned, Abandoning for the life. I was led by the time, Is as if she had been dragged for the way it nothing. I do not know what to make, I bet all my hope in a house without foundation. Now all vacant, without having for where to go, nor for where to come back. Nor I know where it was to stop my heart It swims arrives, nothing goes even so Until the time it gave up to wait. My heart only insists on not if to undo of you. I ask for aid, but you simply do not see me. the question that does not want to be silent: Until when waiting for the end? How much time still I will have that to wait for us two? You go exactly it and only come of the waves of the life you can bring me in return.

The night all the young leave the school and come back toward house in security, clearly that they are only safe because has company ones of the others, and its laughs and high, always fierce voices of attention, echo for all the alleys, full all the streets, populate all the squares. But in way to the silence of this night of August soon one perceives that something does not go well. Therefore it is the racket that folloies and keeps to them, that to say of today, in this cold night where the sound of to its only follows them steps while they become vacant for dark alleys? It swims truily is missed, Clear continhua pretty and ruiva, with its pink white skin and its small freckles to sprinkle-le the face, only that today franze the senho, its red lips if keep serious, and insurance the card index resoluta, as if in it held its life. Patrician continhua blond and its green eyes livings creature continue well open, but it does not know accurately what it looks for to see; still it tried to amend subjects one or two, but getting susesso it did not give up and if it threaded I hug in it of its Erick boyfriend. Erick also was well, was not for the cold it would be all certainty. For the cold and I silence for it.

It was a blond fort that was with one moleton red. Few things lehe would give fear. its Caique friend continued being the black of green eyes charmoso of the world. A cat crossed them the way. Some jokes had been pronounced and the tension if it undid.

Illusion. It swims could prevent what this night reserves them. Passos.Por some reason all they stops. Fear. But it does not have nobody in the alley. It has? Sim.Clara derrepente attacks Caique that replies with violence and Patrician that always was so delicate decides, thus without more, to participate of that fight quiet. Erick tries to separate. In they go. They hurl it far to the three and they continue its shock. Why? Erick attends of berth and without acting its two friends to be slow and violently assassinated for Caique that runs away in go off. Erick if even drags in house, but it does not know what to make. The friend must trair. He must bind for the policy. But it does not make. It simply adormece. To awake in the following day. He wakes up stuned. He runs until the house of Caique. Intenciona kills it. Caique is there as if nothing it had made. Sinico! Erick starts the agrediz it and it confesses, confesses that the Patrician friend was traindo together with. But he says that nothing he knows on no murder. Erick does not believe. Until Clear it arrives. So pretty and innocent as always it are. its heart if calms, must have been a nightmare. It finishes its namoro with Patrician. the only thing that it cannot explain is the mark in the inert soil, where in the previous night it capsizes to lie down to the body of its two friends.

Your eyes … Seated in a chair in my room. Alone. I started to relembrar what I thought on your eyes Similar the two columns of the Celestial Temple, thus are your beautiful eyes, Had fascinated me, captivated me The surplus that encircles your eyelids discloses the clarity of your fancies. Each eyelash is as the end of the one wing fnix. It has in them a flame that arde and burns until the last wire of hair of my chest.

suddenly, as the sea that bathes beaches Caribbean, your look becomes aggressive, however not violent. It starts to intensely beat in the walls of my heart, showing who is the owner of my desires. … My imagination started to remake my closer desires of long ago It has! As he would be pleasant to be able to see them every day, to the dawn, to the dusk I remember of when looked at you me, fixed, she made me to estremecer of passion and deliriums I remember of when closed you them, exactly that she was for as, you were as if the light of my life left to exist. I remember when you them it hid of mine, was as if my body lost the direction of your lips. … Was at this moment that I reflected on the reality Moan, moan every day where still I breathe, for the lack that to your makes me affections Today, eye to my redor searching your eyes Not! I do not see more to them! That brightness not more left that me alucinado of love exists. It was erased! I was extinguished! … And what it remained? The emptiness.

The heading of the Baal Shem Tov generally is translated as ' ' Master of the Good Nome' ' , Baal (Master) with Tov (' ' Bom' '), and Shem (Name), even so either more correctly understood as a combination of Baal Shem (The holy ghost Master). Rabi Yisrael (Israel) Ben Eliezer 27 of August of 1698 – 22 of May of 1760), also call of Baal Shem Tov (the master of Good Name) the Master of Good Name in the field took a walk, In the frozen Cutting field it walked of dawn and cold they blew the winds Age of north that the winds blew, and had started to enregelar the meats to them and in the enregelado body the Master of Good Name the lips opened and in high voice he set to sing it. Thus its open lips Had sung, sung, sung. Fortunate that one that was worthy Of that the wind, that is Yours, to be frozen; Happy of me, happy, happy, and, sedento, sorvendo frozen air, In deep thoughts dived, Little by little in the sky appeared flaming Sun so great That the field, as hell if heated. of the face drained drops of sweat, and in the escaldante field. It did not blow a breeze at least. Suddenly in the escaldante field Handle it voice of the Master of Good Name Of the Baal Shem Tov that sang Louvores to the creator, it sang: For the cold and the heat, the sun and rain, and the day and the night, louvor You! For everything what to the men you send Louvor You, louvor You, louvor! Fortunate I am, that however I am burnt. In your fogueiras I am burnt. if I deserve, and destined You me. How it falls now on this your ground, Ah! As I am happy, happy, happy. Happy of me, happy, happy!