Farewell, farewell!

Translated from Ebrael, in “Sobre dizer adeus.

Saying goodbye, suddenly, is something unpleasant, traumatic for itself. Is it less sad if we prepare ourselves for this, before whom we love, among the partners we work with?

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The Storm

(From “A Tempestade”, in Ebrael.)

Your life has been pretty good, as if it was rest and fresh water. You go out for working, wearing your ever lined suit (or not), drive your car along the highway, with no hurry. You’re not hasty, since, apparently, all is right.

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