National Public Safety Telecommunications Week

It is a little difficult of does not remember when the tear rolls, it is difficult not to leave the tear to roll when the wind blows, it is difficult not to leave the wind to blow when necessary of air to surpass you, and I need to surpass you poque I make me to you to suffer! The days had been passing vagarosamente, and when if I passed one month already I had turned woman I transferred two months and I felt me fragile and when he completed the third month I already was one menininha again At that moment I needed a time mine, I I needed to eject of my memory scenes, that for much time, seemed if inesquecveis and perfect, but as all remaining portion I started to perceive errors, and vi that the time all I was being ftil, that the time all I was waiting for whom never would arrive! Now the sound rolls and lying I in my bed, hugging my knees, travel, I travel without thinking, blinking, without breathing, I only travel ' ' l' ' it was not a common landscape, not had mountains, did not have beach nor people was everything so clearly, celestial, that for some moments I found that I could be in the sky, but vi that already is in that place, and were mine there ' ' smile homicida' ' so simple and calm (I swear that it does not seem human) that he did not have as to know that it was who had killed me changed back, me taken my soul.it was who made my world to perhaps stop, that it made me different who for much time, forever, was my passion, my desire, my love, my hatred, my souvenirs, my fears, my hopes

Jlia had fifteen years and was the first time that its mother allows it to travel alone. The happiness to enter in the bus, folloied of its colleagues of the eighth series, was indescritvel. Wise person who those would be inesquecveis days. had been. But, coming back the first part of our history, Jlia was alone in the first night of the encampment. While the majority of its colleagues was namorando, it was alone, looking at for the sky. then, a thought flooded its mind: Larissa, Gisele, Renata, Juliana, Ktia hummm, the Karen also, ours, until the Karen.

All already had kissed. All. It is Jlia, is in the hour to kiss somebody. Thus, exactly believing that the first kiss of a girl had to be special, Julia it had that to be practical. It had that to kiss and it had that to be in that night. Electron research has much to offer in this field. Its look covered the club in which she was camped. was Ricardo, a new boy in the school there. It is, thought.

In less than two minutes he was everything schematized in the head of Jlia: it had read in some magazines prescriptions of as to kiss, Ricardo had more or less its height, what it would not make it difficult the kiss, and the possibilities to take a rejection already had been considered. Ricardo, it comes here. Ricardo, that was lying in a bank, also looking at the sky, if approached. Following he is this, said Jlia. I never kissed and necessary to kiss. People if kiss and are together these days if to give certain gave and people are namorando, if not to give certain did not give, and people alone are in these days of encampment. is not that it gave certain? Not it namoro, but the kiss. All perfect age. The covered with star sky of the hot night, the side of the swimming pool, the long abraos that followed the kisses when the two lost the breath, the smile of Ricardo. But most important and more perfect it is that Jlia had kissed. Namoro did not give certain. But Jlia wise person who had made the certain thing. was happy for having given its first kiss in the encampment of the school.

In 73, It sings to sleep star plus a success film and abandons of time palco of theater. One dedicates only to the cinema and the charities. In 1975 the Oscar earns as. In the following year he is married the cinema director, Richard Greenbush. In 81 the couple travels for Brazil. In this flight, the airplane of Richard suffers one pane and falls in the sea next to Salvador, in the Bahia. Together with Nina and Richard, travelled the secretary of Richard, Michel Jacques.

In the fall of the airplane, only Richard and Michel save themselves. The pilot and copilot die and the body of never Sings to sleep was found. Alvaro arrived the Guaratuba at the three hours of the afternoon. Olavo Gutenberg liveed the side-sea. Others who may share this opinion include electron research. When the servant received the youngster, took it directly for the deep ones of the residence. Gutenberg was in the orchard, seated in a chair reading a book to the shade of the trees. On a wicker small table, to the reach of its hand, it had a glass jar with orange juice and two cups. Leaned in the table it was a cane and of the opposing side, a chair.

Moved, Alvaro complimented Gutenberg to who admired for the work in the journalism. – He feels yourself. The chair invited Gutenberg indicating. – Made good trip? – Yes, without problems. The old journalist served juice for the two. Alvaro emptied the cup and deposited it on the table. – How he is my old Murilo friend? – Well, he ordered one I hug. – He continues ranzinza? – Much, but is a professional competent, and honest. – I agree. For backwards of that steel mask if it hides a velvet heart. Gutenberg made a pause and asked: – You read the dossier of You sing to sleep Lancaster? – I read.

The silk burnt between the fingers, smoke thus liberated the mystery that the mind hid, and, increasing my curiosity, therefore the room left disturbance, very liked this climate of mystery, seemed that I was in another world. – You do not know who I you are, – it answers? as well as I also do not know who you I am. I affirm you, with a great astonishment, that I am making the same thing that you. I am seated in varanda looking at the great silence that this is there, drinking, smoking, but in contrast to you, smoke of my cigarette is wasted in air, making me confundiz it with clouds of the sky. I have certainty almost that we bound at the same time, one for the other. – But what you wanted? I asked. – I wanted to talk, therefore I only have the night as witness of my devaneios. But already I find me tipsy, I observe the wakening of the dawn.

The mystery of the night already does not have, then I do not have more what to speak. – You read my thoughts. I do not know if I will obtain to arrive ties the bed, of so torpifyed that I am, but a thing is certain, will cerrarei all the doors and windows to try to draw out the enchantment of the night. I will lie down and travel for my world, unfastened of the reread one. – I will make the same, when the twilight to beat in my door, I will come back to bind to you. We will share the yearnings of the night, and I and the night will not be more alone.

I, you and the night will be three. See I cannot you, nor you see can me, but we will divide the same direction of looking at, we will be looking at for the moon, that obtains enxergar in them with clarity, obtaining to reach mago of our thoughts. This will be our redoubt. Good trip! – but which is its Puut! Puut! Puut! It before disconnect exactly of I to ask to which age if the number