When I hug the ocean with the look, I come
back to question millions of things, as much
how much the waves that gain the sand. I
come back to question: How somebody can
only feel in the presence of the sea? In the
presence of this incessant breeze? In the
company of this perfume rare! As still only
feel I can me, knowing that the arms of hug
the Invisible one me, that those that had left
continue existing, e that all we, without
exception, are loved for somebody? How still
only feel I can me? Perhaps either because
isolate I me of the World, e either demanding
excessively with the people. It can to be this.
Perhaps either because I do not allow that
others know my life, my dreams, my
difficulties - I find that it has a little of pride in
this. Who knows either because I looks the
solitude, e not it pursues who me, as I
imagined. Perhaps I am… I need to talk more
with the people, to interest me more for its
lives, to hear. He has times that I do not hear
somebody; one stranger telling the events
current of day-by-day; a colleague of work
speaking of the peripécias of its children. My
brothers: he has times I do not talk with they
on deep subjects, as plain for the future, good
souvenirs of the past. He is curious, therefore
I remember of that he has some weeks I
heard a five message minutes, in one radio
program, that spoke on this, on as the people
if they isolate ones of the others, and how
much that is harmful for the mental and
physical health, since one is consequence of
the other. The speaker said that `Who loves
does not feel só' , therefore he is always if
donating, if involving with the hearts next, in
the intention to help. He said despite, when in
we feel them useful, and we conclude that
many depend on ours devotion, of our love,
also we forget the solitude. I believe that it
has reason, therefore I remember that in that
day I was to visit unstios that it did not see
has much time, and that visit made me so
well! We speak of common subjects, as notice
television, notice of the family, but to the end
I left less tense there, less worried with the
solitude. I hugged my aunt, I heard and it to
say, among discrete tears: `Gostamos very
you, saw? It comes more times! It is not
whenever we receive visits! ' It is certain. She
is not whenever we receive visits, therefore
is not whenever we visit the others, I believe
I. In that afternoon, vi that she could be
useful in small things, and that moved away
to me a little of the solitude. Inside of the car,
coming back toward house, observing the
intense movement in the streets, I remember
to make these same questions: As it can
somebody only be felt in the presence of as
much people, as much life? How many of
these hearts they wait only for one it visits?
E how many of them they are made use to
make one? E is you here, ean friend, to mine
front, hearing all these mine divagações. I find
that it was its presence, king of the waters,
who helped to understand me better what it
is transferred in my soul. I am thankful deeply
for its company, for to hear obtaining me, and
saying me, exactly without speaking, that
what necessary to make it is to more visit
the heart of my next one. Much obrigado."