IT PASSED OF THIS FOR the BEST O time is sliding. To run for low, to run for top, never to be motionless. Who is motionless loses time and time is money. The life is sliding, there in an car, back in a train, acol in an airplane. thus the life runs, the life goes, the life flies. thus was in the day where I caught the car.
I for the moment left 100kms, running hasty, hurt, trespassado, injured of the life. I not way nothing in the front, only the road. The people passed for me and I for them. The cars passed and I followed in front, running more, always more. He never stopped. He needed to win it tempoou would win me to the time. I passed close to a school in high speed. Vi for the retrovisor a portion of children who played.
It did not have problems, them were of the other side of the wall. I passed close to a cemetary, did not have problems, were all deceased. worse is that they nor had noticed that I passed for them. With the speed where I went, I entered in a fair, I do not know as, I only saw orange, banana, tomatoe, hens flying for everything how much it was side. I balancing the projection of car and people if esquivando of a side and another one crying out: ' ' It is wild, the man was louco' '. With very cost I left that accumulation, the car all ruined, barraquinhas of fairs, do not know how many it knocks down. When I left in the estrado, I stepped on firm in the accelerator. The hand arrived at the 200 kms. One another car came trying to make a ultraticket and entered in my direction. When I gave faith did not have more skill, was on.