And was in another incarnation a girl that in others incarnation was my
wife and we were men see I respect the person very much, so we don’t work out
because I respect the person and don’t want to be man with the person, we discuss. Was a book life, that time he, my other life wife, was being the villain he was
dissimulated. I notice at the beginning that he was the hand in the dark that committed
many crimes, he was a mental criminal the crimes was intellectually intriguing.
Once we argue because he said that he was gay, I was man with a lot of gays in
other lives weren’t prejudice didn't want to be in bed with the person, I deep like the person wasn’t natural not treat
him like a man, in one of the discussion he asked if I don’t felt jealous about
him, that he found a man for him the person that he named make me felt sad, that
person was man with you, very sad he understands my delusion he laughed the
man is me. In the end, he was discovered and chased by the city to be killed,
in Europe the countries are smalls was easy to run out of the country, but was
years of crimes, he had a lot of success in the crime life, he was chase by the
country the frontiers was closed the city was surrounded and the police was sure that him didn’t
even had got out of the city, the crimes was so heavy that he suppose to be killed
at the moment that was found, I got apart of the group I got transformed into a wolf of
3 meters and find him and kill him to drink his blood, people just find me with
him dead in my arms I said that I saw the wolf, everybody knew that the wolf
was in love for him, I carry him. After this I haven’t a long life I live more
30 years I didn’t pass the of 70 years old, I felt that I need to say to him
that I love him and I pass my life thinking on that, I find him and he complains
very much I was using my wings covered with feathers, I convince me that was to
be with feathers, he got a big stinky dog saying that a was a wolf that I suppose
to don’t love him, I said that doesn’t make sense but I love him, didn’t make
sense because a man loved another man, but I love him. Rute Bezerra de Menezes Gondim
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