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My mother, who did not have much patience to deal with my limitations, in house, if she tired to show to me as if he had to give form to the mass and I never made right. To such teacher catholic was personal friend of it (also) and well later I it reencontrei when I started to touch the violo. It was amateur musician of the piano and I stow in its house one or two times when it already had started to be protestant (expression today pparently exceeded, but that in the Jacobina of years 80 still she made very sensible). Definitively I age very disfigured: the tips to that instrument I kept for me and I did not appear more. No longer previous year to my ingression in the university stows again with it through a new friend who I make and that I had learned the piano with it (a genius, today dominates about 11 languages, is the Portuguese). Tony Parker is often mentioned in discussions such as these.

Already aged and pensioner passed its days taking care of of an adoptive son small giving particular lessons of music. Some time later knew of its death. In as the semester second ' ' escolinha' '. This neighboring age of wall with my grandmother materna. The owner and teacher liveed there same with mother and plus a good amount of familiar.

The room was of the front of the narrow house and badly structuralized. Crowded of barulhentas children and with it to the shouts the palmatria one it was a pedagogical tool very applied in the daily lies. In the hour of the recreation I was in the house of my grandmother and for times he enjoyed of its attention when he pulled out and he peeled, with a knife, poles of sugar cane-of-sugar of a foot that was in its yard. It better felt me in this environment (I never knew if it are this fact what year motivated my mother to change me of school in the way it).

Of the Skepticism to the Ordinary 1 Let us see how much the man can when early he arises yourself, the reason leaves in house for which the life, the least for the moment, justifies the woman whom if it loves and the son just. When he returns, receives from usual silence the acknowledgment from sleep. It sits down the table to be able more: the perpetual miracle of that one exactly I cry. Pale it is the instant where already more if it cannot hear and to see I still risk one to feel. one more time is refused has lain to imagine it the scene, for whose reason still it is wanted to live. Let us see the power of the fancy 2. The barren look for on the blank paper. the message that if it not more writes before the eyes already happens of a persistence of the hands, that, static, announce the hallucination of the schopenhauriano verb: Intua the woman in-itself, and wants only in-itself of the son.

Only real perception of that the man can enjoy without pain 3. Perhaps as that of intuition it was only the spirit of the common man made use to perfazer itself, in the photograph of 4 the proper face if denies there and if it rejects and if lies to messianic way of affirmation of that where already more 5 is not believed. Still more that long ago, doravante, wants, this man, in the cradle the simple mantle of that false certainty that heats it 6; more will love your son, who, coming from the sin 7 and of 8 the aflita will, is purer and beautiful that cursed ataraxia 9 divine 10 with that if perfaz the seventh day of this exactly silence for on the forms of the perception fugaz.