The Suicide
A repudiation of the mesmice of life, one symptom common between the people, nowadays, agonizes me in knowing that the things if always repeat, and that everybody lives thus. It will be that I have that to live all my life of this form? College, work, house and derivatives... It will be that I already know I eat I will live what remains of it? Sincerely, my preference is not to know as our civilization in the next decades will get loose, exactly closing my eyes for the Scientists and Analysts who try to foresee cientificamente what she has of being. However, if I have choice, I only have two ways, life or another thing which we call death. We know that the man has fear of the stranger and therefore they had attributed to a strong and terrible name something that they never will contemplate in life, the death. Then I find me in the choice between the life and the unknown death, Which of the two will be better? Oh Sky, how know that the the thing in the the next century continue this mesmice, go prefer risk in the the stranger then, and have courage, exactly imagine that can be a immense emptiness, a thing know, have something in that mysterious stranger...
Ricardo Viana