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The relationships between human beings, since the beginning of its existence, had been always marked by conflicts, divergences of opinions, values and beliefs. How they say who to it has mother-in-law! History is always the same one is where time will be. You house with the individual, and have that to lead as inheritance the mother of it. He says an old one dictated ' ' that mother-in-law is not relative and yes castigo' '. A friend mine knows well this drama, since that if she married has 10 years, the shade of the mother-in-law seems that deferred payment in the house of it. More information is housed here: singer. According to it that hope is called (and has that to have same hope), the woman if puts in everything, the education of the grandsons, the expenditures of the house, and the times arrive until insinuating that the son of it this not being treated well. Days of these the barraco was general. The two had started to argue.

It only lacked if to catch in full free fair (all good that they were in the fair, but does not need to arrive in such a way). this only because the mother-in-law finds that she saves more than what Hope. Ahead of the tumult, who passed shame had been the children. The only one thing that wanted was to eat crayons and to take broth of sugar cane with the mother and the grandmother. Another history of mother-in-law happens with a neighbor. When the mother-in-law goes to make a visit, can prepare itself that there she comes bomb. A neighbor was attending to television with the husband and the son.

Suddenly she arrives at the bendita, with farda of the son in the hands, washed and passed and still she had the capacity to say with pride that was it who washed. Summarizing: she called norinha useless. It spoke that she bubbled in the hour of as much anger, but not to create attritions, decided to be in its. The human being is an inexplicable being. Each time more in them we surprise at its attitudes and behavior. ' ' the most important of this everything is to look for to coexist all well, respecting the limit of each one and to keep the politics of ' ' good vizinhana' ' , or better of its cross represented for its mother-in-law

Subsequentes on this day and days, I started to live to remember to me the poet who spoke of the waves of the sea. I started to dream, I do not know per how many days or months. .' ' wind says please, where hid My Amor' ' . I perceived readily what lacking it was me. During a good time, without knowing to need that time was this, all day, after the work, was seated, in mureta of the beach, hearing the waves of the sea, that wanted to say some thing to me and I did not perceive.

Already it was not sadder. A Joy took account of me, from there, I wise person who something Huge was for happening. It very felt a great Complicity between the Stars, the Moon, that appeared Fogosa, but of time for another one, not total. If it hid partially as that ashamed or perhaps, hiding its smile maroto, as wanting to alert to me for some thing. But already it did not import me in such a way, only imported me with my anxiety.

Night for Night, analyzed marota of the Moon, the stars, the blackout to the deep one, the waves of the sea, Yes. The breeze of the Sea. Breeze that goes in it and comes of the waves of the sea said meetings: it waits waits I started to dream: it saw a Sereia going and come with frequency and was so esplendorosa, that my eyes, still today, writing these lines, if humidify, lacrimejam of Love. the sound of the Breeze, mixed gone and the lives of the waves of the Sea, had never left to say me: it waits waits as in a last acknowledgment, vi My Sereia, always the same sereia, with a Precious Pearl to the Head, becoming it definitively, the Princess who I was waiting.