THE END The s ancient authors had a preference for a discourse on tops that was the time and the chance of things in life, and on the virtù men who knew recognize, with the adjusted and the resulting acts of action, which are often surrendered. So it is, everything in life has its time, especially the times that mark the birth and the times that determine the order of things.
time this blog over. Just over two years was born with the commitment by its author to keep a rhythm and flow that was due to whom he was kind enough to be interested. Responsibility that I feel today is difficult to assume that I am not satisfied and is rescued by the insertion of regular trading cards and some other guess I'll know the dull and glory. Moreover, the circumstances of life force me will soon be exchanged this land for other more distant, where time, space, things and people I impose other rhythms and other dispersions of mind incompatible with the maintenance of blog.
The farewells should be short and sincere. Thus, a very cordial greeting to my readers and commentators usual, I do not consider cost as a kind of friends in a virtual dimension that was unknown to me. Above all, the pleasant brotherhood, where I accepted dragging the chairs and making room for one more at the table of literary meetings. With all I learned, I thought, delighted me, I will continue to attend each of the spaces that continue to offer. Possibly even life to provide an opportunity to find another person. Well there are. I return to my position of reader and v / admirer.
One last thing: this blog born under the sign of anonymity, made with much ingrained penchant for discretion. The secrecy has excited curiosity and pseudo-IDs, things Portuguese. Devo so apologies for the inconvenience caused to inquisition inquisitive and at least two people - including a friend - who, as so often unreasonably, were identified as authors of this blog . With my advantage, but certainly uncomfortable for them.
time this blog over. Just over two years was born with the commitment by its author to keep a rhythm and flow that was due to whom he was kind enough to be interested. Responsibility that I feel today is difficult to assume that I am not satisfied and is rescued by the insertion of regular trading cards and some other guess I'll know the dull and glory. Moreover, the circumstances of life force me will soon be exchanged this land for other more distant, where time, space, things and people I impose other rhythms and other dispersions of mind incompatible with the maintenance of blog.
The farewells should be short and sincere. Thus, a very cordial greeting to my readers and commentators usual, I do not consider cost as a kind of friends in a virtual dimension that was unknown to me. Above all, the pleasant brotherhood, where I accepted dragging the chairs and making room for one more at the table of literary meetings. With all I learned, I thought, delighted me, I will continue to attend each of the spaces that continue to offer. Possibly even life to provide an opportunity to find another person. Well there are. I return to my position of reader and v / admirer.
One last thing: this blog born under the sign of anonymity, made with much ingrained penchant for discretion. The secrecy has excited curiosity and pseudo-IDs, things Portuguese. Devo so apologies for the inconvenience caused to inquisition inquisitive and at least two people - including a friend - who, as so often unreasonably, were identified as authors of this blog . With my advantage, but certainly uncomfortable for them.
Until forever. Ave atque worth!
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