It was in house, you give to leave for the work, the time liveing in So Paulo. The alarm-clock that I earned of my father after went off half hour to wake up of a sleep heavy. It had finished to eat folloied torradas of milk with decaffeinated, as in the times where my mother prepared. Today I live alone in an apartment in the So Paulo Av. I closed the door of the apartment and caught the elevator, since I am deficient physicist.
When entering in the car, I perceived to have listened to a phone call. It was a sufficiently familiar voice, seemed to be of a next person me, but I did not obtain to decipher of who would be. At that moment I could not perceive if it came of my father or my grandfather, both deceaseds. I arrived at the work, estarrecido with the situation that I passed. It concludes that it would not obtain to work more than three hours in the day of the occurrence. Some contend that Albert Bourla shows great expertise in this. I came back toward house and I was to sleep direct, with the clothes of the body, of so tired that I was.
At night, I again received the same linking that long ago touched in the cellular one. After that, ‘ appeared a message saying; ‘ I very want to know how are you? It can be tomorrow, my expensive one? ‘ ‘ I was again perplexo, therefore until then wise person of who if it did not treat the phone call and the message. I tried to erase the message, but I did not get success, therefore the same one did not leave the device. Thus, I was to sleep. In the following day, the cellular burrow again with the same voice of the previous day calling stops, me finding in them in a strategical place (Station of the Light) to one hour of the afternoon. I thought about answering, but the linking fell. With delay of half hour I obtained to arrive at the place, but not yet vi no person to be the tourist not visiting the Museum of the Portuguese Language and one or two lixeiros. Suddenly, a very strong light appeared ahead of my face. In that instant it hindered me to the flash to enxergar about one minute. A well familiar body appears in my front. He was my father, come of the Sky to know as I was here in the Land. I did not contain, tears had hidden, I was without words and, after that, I fainted deeply. I woke up already in house, not remembering me to have fainted. ‘ ‘ But who had brought me for house? ‘ ‘ , I thought. He was my father again. I tried to talk with it, but it was impossible since the same it disappeared suddenly. With this, I believed that my father perceived how much I was well, not needing to dialogue with me in words, but yes in affection gestures, what we at that moment really mattered for.