All have histories to count while not adormece for the world. Here, Maya Dubin expresses very clear opinions on the subject. rson. However, it is simpler to count other people’s histories. Infinite histories, in its majority unhappy. In some I sing of the world, exist humble ladies, they rub clothes in the rock and they place to dry in the esplendoroso sky. Histories of ladies candy prescription experts in compotes, porters of buckets dgua that they illustrate the soil of the houses, unconscious enslaved ladies of its husbands, ciosas ofhomes.
Overwhelming, they died resigned in its humble stream beds. the childbirths? Without adjusted attendance, they suffered, bleeding until the death! Histories of cure, to elixir of the joy? Which remedy for the happiness? Consumerism is synonymous of joy? It takes a bath, visits all the store that its eyes can covet, buys; it buys clothes, shoes, jewels, perfumes, houses, cars Some experiences of life is memorable, others is tragic. Histories treacherous, as the snakes, useful reptile, whose poison science it transformed into medicine, some have the mortal poison, as many languages human beings. For the idealizer, an existence is not enough free of impurities, which the direction in being insosso? I was born, I had child essence, I ripened, I became adult. Sleeping, I dream, when awaken, I feel the hardness of world, windows slopes. I want to count many histories of life, being anci, centennial, therefore the more to age, more histories I will have to count. This is the secret of the life: to age to count histories, filling pages and pages of existence.