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Gizmo Transit

We do not need to go very far to see, to the living creature and the colors the immense lack of patience that we are living in recent years. It does not matter where, it does not import the schedule with who not even we are or if we are alone; what it prevails is the total lack of health ahead of small situations where it would have to result the understanding, the balance, the education and the will of becoming in them better each day. The transit is an accurate example of what I am speaking. It is very common to see to happen in the day the day, those bothering dissabores that occur for the huge number of cars, that increases the all instant. Without the lesser ceremony people if leave to lead for the pure conscience of that we are the best ones in the transit and any errinho of another driver cause terror and much ugly face. that consumer who stops the stand in the way it market to confer the price in the gondola? This deserves all luck of serious thoughts and questionings of ' ' It finds that she is alone in the market? ' '. In the deep one we are each time more egoistic! But, friends, believe everything this has solution.

You already must have sensible a happiness flashing, one nanosecond of satisfaction when, in the transit, for example, you leave to pass somebody that extends the hand and is thankful to it after that with a fast blast, or, you felt the same satisfaction when she lowered to catch something that has fallen of the hand of somebody, in an unpretentious and sudden attitude of aid and perceived the gratitude in the face of the person. How to draw out this ecstasy of satisfaction and joy? Simple, let us take more attitudes as this and the satisfaction will last more. We enter in this life of a form and I find that we have the improved obligation to leave it. It is clearly that it is not easy, face to all the adversities that afflict in them, but, if we want to improve the things we have that to initiate this revolution of we ourselves inside. We go to use to advantage while we can be gentile, amiable, useful and serving. We go to love more – it is so good, and we definitively go to move away the possibility to have a gizmo. Abraos to all. We are on board.


At moments of divagaes and cheap philosophies I decided to think about the Creator and the Creature, or better, in God and the Man. Fact is that the Man was made the image and similarity of its Creator, but the consequence of the mirror seems to have been distorted. God creates, the Man transforms, many times in accordance with its world-wide ambition. God thought about everything, the Man thinks much more, therefore it thinks that everything that is in its return was made for serving to it. A Man received the habitat pra to make its dwelling and also to provide its necessities, God prodigiously took care of of each detail, not lacking nor the things simplest. God made the universe and in it he placed the Man, and the Man finds that it is the proper universe.

The Creature tries to surpass the Creator, creating new things and destroying others as much. The verb was God and thus it appeared the light and the life, but the Man finds that it is the entire phrase, and creates without perceiving darknesses circulating in a carousel of ecological disasters. God of the o pardon and the Man produced the sin large-scale; in an explosion ' ' Big Bang' ' one gave to the beginning the time and the space, but the Man wants to place before the everything and formulates formulas to explain what if he cannot understand and nor to deduce. God imposed the free-will, but the Man wants to condemn the libertine freedom, where its orders written to some time spot the ethical behavior and norms. The Creator gave its unignito, the Creature rejected and ordered in return, in an acquired millenarian cruelty does not know itself of where. God is the Supreme being and he does not demand more than respect, however the Man is minor who a grain of sand when compared the imensido of the life and exactly thus onisciente is judged, but nor he knows of where came and nor pra where he goes. The Father said that it is the end of the road, the Son all intends to be the way and thus he goes if losing in shortcuts that created. God always was love and the Man nor knows what, therefore, he can deduce itself: or God created the Man or the Creature invented the Creator she pardoned so that it.


They say there for that to laugh it is always optimum remedy and it must be same, mainly for dentists specialized in implantation, who earn (and very well) to restore smiles other people’s, brincadeirinha, friends of motorzinho of the terror But, inside of the philosophy of laughing, I have remembered some absolutely true histories, but that of so unusual and funny they seem lie. We go to try to count them without losing the mood intensity that the same ones had provoked at the time and look at that some had occurred have decades. Explained this, we go to the case. An aunt (already dead) very esteem arrives in my house and I do not have another expression, seno to say: ' ' Aunt, what she is this? You she is walking equal to a clown? ' ' She is that the two apples of the face had painted two red balls of maquiagem (I find that rouge badly spread) and it had come downtown until the o quarter where I liveed of that skill. Remembering today, it was seeming the Pikachu, that one bichinho likeable of the Pokmon drawing. It ran to mirror, was horrified with the scene and cried out: ' ' Those cachorras pay to me they maquiaram, me and they had said that I was pretty ' ' After some time, with my aunt taking a water cup, being calmer and until laughing at the situation it only is that it knew what happened.

Without a mirror at least in house, it had the unhappy idea to ask for two of my cousins (then adolescent and very brincalhonas) to make right the maquiagem of it. They had given one exactly jeitinho, but they thought that the aunt alone would walk some meters of its house until the board of periodicals and magazines (in the center) and it did not go to catch a bus, to cross all the city and to come in the house of my parents. Before I and my dead mother to give more outbursts of laughter, my aunt, who was a woman until bonitona, remembered that he was if finding the maximum in the streets and ' ' buso' ' , therefore all (men, women and children looked at) it admired. ' ' That hatred, had thought that I am maluca Those cachorras go to see when I to arrive ' ' , my aunt threatened. Sincerely I do not know which the punishment my cousins had received for the traquinagem