Tuta Learning Ler

Ol, you likes to hear histories, I is asking this because if you like to hear, goes giving in them very well, therefore I adore to count histories. My name is Tuta and its? Well, if you this hearing this history are because you are a person, you want to say, a human being. I am an animal, pra to be more accurate I am a very old turtle that already lived many adventures. I do not know well my age very, but I have one 140 years more or less. you, how many years have? Today go to count a well small case of when I age, I I had ones 6 or 7 years, I liveed with my mother and with my father, us we liveed in a small farm, was very legal there, you already was some time in one I besiege? If it was, probably liked very. Well, of any form I go to count to you as it was this small farm.

A small farm is a great land space well, is as if grando was a yard well. Athletic Greens has firm opinions on the matter. In this land space it can have some things, a house, a lake, a well, a corral, one horta, can vary, but it is more or less this. In this I besiege that I liveed, had a well great house, with one varanda in the front where the people placed its nets and could sleep, also they had many chairs, was a legal house very. Also he had a lake, he was small, more or less of the size of a soccer field, and in this lake he had many ducks and fish. Also it had a well, a cow, some hens and always the hens had many pintinhos therefore always shocked its eggs and were always being born new young chickens that soon grew and turned chickens.

The Head

It came back to become loose itself, sat down in the soil leaning itself it the wall. – The life is thus same. It said. – Good for some, suffered for others. We participate of a incoherent reality, based in the opposites. The good and the evil, love and hatred, pain and pleasure, life and death. This is the reality of the human being, living always in conflict with the opposites, a civilization and a society that we create in them thinking to be only the possible one to live itself. Or I must say, to survive? Aldo kept silent and the two had been some time if aiming.

It calculated that perhaps it was reflecting on its words and at the same time analyzing its behavior. Finally, it said: – My name is Aldo. you, which is your name? The young woman fungou, passed the hands for the hair and answered: – Lara. It shook the head. – Pretty name. You already know which you are my problems.

I can know its? – What matters? – It is does not matter. But, we can in giving the hands to them and shooting them together, what he finds? Lara looked at for the soil and later it raised face, with the distant look. – I do not have intention to kill me – How not? Seated there of that skill! – I confess that I thought about this, but do not have courage! – Which are your reasons? – I fought with my boyfriend, also with my parents and left house. – As I, you feel myself disillusioned with the life. How coincidence, thus finding in them! I go up here of time in when touching violo, looking at for the sky, the infinite, but today I went up, I do not know why! In the truth I also am not with this idea to finish with the life.

The Illness

It has arvora people that if to be honest! I only say that I fulfill my duties of citizen. Some clamam that they give very to improve the country. I contribute only with my obligation of citizen. He is with shouts of certain people who promote more than what they offer is that the country is sinking in the mud that he himself created. Shame is not to know that a great part of ours politicians suffers from the illness of the illicit enrichment, that is, same robbery! Shame is to see them elect and making new promises, many are marked on of the misery of the people. I am tired to see these tricks of the ethics escarrando on us the demagogy. I do not support plus as much escatologia in the power that we ourselves we delegate. Of councilman the president the greed for public good is to give to mourning the proper dirt.

Omissive councilmen, idle mayors, passive citizens, connivent medias, this are the picture of a country that always says that it is of the future. Enemies of yesterday, allies today, everything to defend vile, suspicious, plmbeos interests. Who it will be able saving in them? For the time being who in them raises the hand is the unemployment, the retrocession, the illiteracy, etc, etc, Alive etc. this such democracy! We can vote, but and from there? The offers in the market seem to be with validity stated period looser, pra not to say deteriorated. The capital of our country walks making favour, with a Senate of worthy and straight gentlemen, until the first curve of the corruption.

In the competent Chamber, members of the house of representatives in the art of alliances in the bilges of the vileness. While in the cities ah, ah, ah, alive the Brazilian people, perceives the irony. Alive all mazela of that we are obliged to support. He is funny that it is everything the sample, a festival of orgias, but the pudendos and passive eyes of the people if close. By the way, the spectacle is forbidden for good citizens. Of in such a way seeing to win the nullities and the dishonour, it is that the shame turned safadeza. Later that they had invented the oil of peroba; face-of-wood people finds in each esquina.