And the dream
was me and one of my oldest brothers running by a beach almost night with a
very low natural light, was a clean beach beautiful place, and had a big rock
with the shape of a arc, and we was listen the howl of wolves we was already be
followed the wolves would came to kill us if we stop of run, and I knew that we
was running to a city that the wolf that would kill us was already there, and I
think what make a person run to death, and was that we would die in the beach
devoured by wolves and maybe was that exhausting minutes of life that made us
run to the city the faith in don’t die in the there was none so we run for
these few last minutes of life, we was already exhaust before came to the
beach, why want these last minutes that would be without rest to the last
second. Rute Bezerra de Menezes Gondim
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