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a land called Saramago

last night I had a dream. yes, that I never dream last night I did. did not happen while I was asleep and even while I was awake, it happened somewhere else, in a foreign country. a place where things happen only with a semblance of reality, as reflected in the shadows in a cave, who believes her true if one has never seen another.

there, no one knew me, of course, and I do not know anybody. are anywhere past completely unnoticed. that's where I get to be in another place, I, because in the end I wanted to thank everyone. because of what I cut the road with the car, which was not even noticed me on the strips, thanks to the cashier at the supermarket where I bought something that I was not greeted with the usual phrases of circumstance, in fact I do not greeted at all, has not even looked up from the tray of coins, thanks to passers-by that I bounced him along the crowded streets and even the cops that I have sought the documents, searched, arrested and then released for lack of evidence and therefore I was not asked nor given an explanation. I'd asked me, but never feel like you're not all black like us, a thing so I wanted to know it. they do not.

me is to thank you all, thank you, because you are not the others, those that I care, those who care about me, who I fit with the responsibilities, decisions, love, mothers, children, wives, lovers, dogs and cats, colleagues and friends. none of this. thank you, because I can not hear your reasons because I do not feel sorry for you, why not share your fate, because it affected my thanks because you are not manufacturers of bonds, not for me.

course, when she arrived in the morning and the black and white has faded in the usual world of color, I thought that he should dwell more on these topics, because for sure I would like family, because lately maybe even work, because you never know love, because I made commitments, fortunately I do not have dogs and cats but you can never say. in short, all these thoughts I here, after all, I love him. that is why I a hypocrite and I do not say it to him that deep hate them a little '.