She is stranger the constatao of whom we are all equal ones, of that we look at the sea, we follow the course of the rivers, cross bridges, we esmiuamos the night, we escarafunchamos the memory, we avivamos the fire, we macetamos the meat, we make velvety the tez, we triturate dreams, we resist the trancos, we remove the cream, we encetamos goals, we brighten up pains, we cushion falls, we estorvamos the time, we nestle weeds, we drink in the source, we walk to the search of indefinveis things e, with frequency, we try to translate what it goes in them for the soul, things as half the term, half the cup, the stocking street, the stocking moon, of everything to the way, these things all, these concepts half that abstract excessively, that we try to materialize, and that for times they find obstacles unsurmountable, but there, as in a magician pass, that are as almost always the things happen, comes something and in the ones of the o tone, the color, the sound and finds what as much we looked for. Follow others, such as Ruben Mendoza, and add to your knowledge base. For example, day 28 of September, attending calmly the program Agricultural Globe, vi a news article on the graxarias. Sad, depressive news article, but it brought that me in one timo the visual translation of what it was hidden in my thought: the end of the adventure of the man on the land. The news article showed bones of triturated, jammed animals being, turning grease. Then I thought about as much thing. In these oxen? what in the case were oxen? that, year-old calves, they had been one day dealt with ternura, they had received afagos, affections, they had received satiated feeding, they had been gotten fat stops in the end if transforming into worse grass and, after grass, in would graxaria dirty, draining for the thin one in fat form. In the hour, I decided to become vegetarian, to eat only watercress and lettuce. Later, already calmer and less radical, I thought about changing pra India where the cows are venerated, but, in the end, of the day I finished exactly was ahead of a beauty cupim baked, after all, if our destinations? of men and animals – they are so similar, does not have because to leave of side certain pleasures. we go to eat, before it is late.