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not Give me the benefit of the doubt. I hope that despite the title read this entry. Then in "comments" ... tell me.
few days ago for various reasons, a memory came to me in a recursive manner. As if the universe had conspired to me realize something. There have been many things that made me go back to that day: The day I returned to mourn.
was 1999 and many events led me to decide to take a sabbatical. A privileged, think. Nothing further than that. It was not a decision made from the bravery or courage. It was simply the only solution I saw for survival. And I'll spare you the details. I'll tell you just had 8 years without holidays, I was diagnosed after overcoming stress and went into a deep depression. It's funny, I write and I realize that this adjective (deep) is perhaps most associated with that disease.
In that year off I knew I had two objectives in this order: heal the wounds and decide he was doing with my life.
In this passage, I noted that it was not easy: When one breaks a leg or an arm, the healing mechanisms are so conspicuous to the view that everyone who sees you, asks you what happened to you and cares about you. ... But only a seasoned eye can perceive is someone who has broken what is the soul.
Whereupon, I did not have much help. Among other things because it is widely believed that those who suffer this are a weak character. Some Flojeras.
Here I must say that I did have enough. Invaluable. In those times there are only a few around you. The rest is people. Those few are some of those named in my post Thanks - Thanks .
And four or five months occurred. I wore
some time trying to fill the lack of leisure business. I always continue rising at seven as if it would work. It was a discipline required: we must take out Dolça and this was his time. Already stuffed, I took my children to school. And once that is done, instead of going to open and work, would "work."
Dolça
That day I became a transgressor: Why, you know what? "he said, today at ten o'clock you'll see the movie den in Canal Plus. Without knowing either that movie cast. I sat in my chair, watching television, with Dolce to my feet and I began to read hoping that would give ten. And they gave. I was watching the movie start was Shipwreck, starring Tom Hanks .
Empathize with him quickly. I always liked to play to try to identify and define this "three things you take to a desert island." O "which three books would save from a fire" ... I began to see glimpses Defoe and Robinson Crusoe . Basically when you give a slap to a Wilson brand ball and randomly, to be his bloody hand, the stain it leaves is a kind of face. And Wilson became his companion and partner in the island. (They could call Friday)
If you've seen the movie, you know. If you have not seen, you know. 
After trying everything, decided to abandon to their fate, Know that there is no possibility of leaving the island for its media and the waves, paddling, it prevents all attempts. With any of the gadgets that is capable of building with materials that gives the island. Knows that any day, for whatever reason, will die there. There is no other possibility. Not remotely. And so she tells Wilson.
But one night trip to the beach takes a piece of plastic: a kind of screen. And what is clear: You can use that as a sail and thus have enough power to supplement their oar strokes to beat the waves. Do not give anything to tell you, if you have not seen the movie, so get off the island on a raft. ... We took him to Wilson.
One night, during the voyage, a storm leaves him exhausted, clinging to the raft. And in the morning, bursting with the effort, the fight that night and the days of scarcity, is asleep. Upon awakening, they realize that Wilson has just now fallen into water. Slowly recedes. No doubt it and thrown into the water and goes for him. really has almost no strength and struggles to achieve it. Wilson is moving away. Will turning to gauge the distance that separates him from the raft is still in its searching has taken a vine that attaches to the raft and he knows that through her will to return. But Wilson is becoming increasingly remote. Just the vine. Must make a decision. Again turned to the raft and it is further away than it is Wilson. After tenths of a second does not hesitate: Drop the vine. But after several splashes realizes that if it reaches Wilson will no longer forces to return to the raft.
When it achieves the raft again, even more exhausted than I was, began to scream desperately apologize to Wilson and to mourn inconsolably broken.
At that time, and after several years without it had happened, I noticed that my eyes had sprung several tears. And I cried. I could barely follow the rest of the film. And I kept crying. Hours later had still not managed to stop.
had the feeling that nobody had done for me what Tom Hanks was willing to do for a ball. Then I got this idea in my head but could not stop mourn. Perhaps because it takes awareness that, without knowing when there was a day that I dropped the vine that tied me to my raft, by people who were just balls.
I went to bed and continued crying until he was so exhausted as a castaway. Do not know what time it was. He had not eaten. And I slept.
I woke up between four and five o'clock. Decided to get up and my partner in these conflicts, Dolce, I went to the street even at night and then to the field. I sat with her by my side. With my eyes am I kept my eyes in the eyes of dawn. I knew my life had revolved like a sock. That taught me how dawn from black to blue in the middle of the day the sky can have any color. Even those who have never seen or that you can imagine. It seems that the dawn do that, so you know that day that begins, contains all possible colors.
are in the middle of the night. And you see everything black.
But one morning you wake up and see that the tide of that night brought you a piece of plastic to your beach. Just being alive enough to use as a candle.
I embrace.
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