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I was reading a letter this morning, it had sent far away, maybe from a imaginary country without gardens and forets, indicated to me this letter.

The fairy writer apologise for what they had made with these spaces. They had been quiet when the governor had closed the rural schools. All of children's family had gone out to the town. And now, this man reminded us about the dangerous way to forgot our responsabilities.

He also told us the lancer's history who made a mistake with his targets. He had always loved the ladys without exception but, too late, he had understood  that it was more important person than sex.

Why he had been able to believe that talk about looking for solutions to our problems, would be violence and he hadn't been able to understand that liar a society was terrorism which destroy it?

Why, if he had suspected of listening to the young's children songs that  these words weren't not about destruction and its only were preventing us from walking together; and, during this period, he expend his days, where the targets would be to protect corrupt people who broke our coexistence?

Finally, a day, he had decided against moving to these stupids situations, but the writer, who writen a lovely poetry and aproved for taking this last actions, explained to me that the lancer was found out inserted in his own spear.

The letter was so long but also so nice that I called a new friend. When she read the letter, she accused him of writting lies and tales, but, some minutes later meanwhile I was preparing the Tea; she came in to the kitchen and asked to me:

Is it possible that a flat cost now the same that teen years ago? and, in the middle of this time, the price would have been twice as that price? Where was this extra money?, Who was playing with this profits?. Would be these benefits corrupting us with miserable bit gifts?

I was moved about this reasoning and I had to thank for helping me to believe about some chance for  our human condition.

Now, we drunk the aromatic Tea with cookies; she saw straight to me and she prevented me from performing anythings about avarice.

She read aloud a historic where a girl was in the jail to performe, in the street, the human avarice, but beautiful and glamorous fighters, blinded by the money, would spread us their expensive scent over their closed Worlds, and we will receive excrescence of their descomposition.

When the Tea was cold; excuse us for going to the bed. The letter and the way is longer, and our actions had to continue forever