It swims left abused to it. It was as if a perennial angelical light was always to cover the veins to it. Its taste for the life if made to notice to each gesture and its face exhaled a tender energy, decorated that he was for lined up requintes of inefvel beauty. It counted already sixteen years when, in a beautiful day, when adentrar the classroom, found a poem manuscript in notebook leaf delicately folded paperback, in the wallet where of custom if it seated. Curious, it read the poem: Eyes that recite poetries; brightness of the loaned sea; esvoaantes colibris if searching side by side. Multicolored vision, open windows of the soul, the Real and the sublime one if confrotting in the same calm. Crystalline mirrors prisoners who to the face frame enchant; liquid poems that if they transform into song.
Emeralds stoned in the singeleza of a cativante smile; dreams that break route to the infinite, but return It understood that the poem is written for it. For it knew that it very well, therefore its eyes there were portraied with words meigas and of the most adocicada candor. It reread it pausadamente, after that, it kept enters leves of the notebook. Finda the lesson, was directed for the exit, but she was not boarded for nobody. Its virgin heart now beat immense, as that arremedando chouto of the descabrestada animalada one. A feeling was arisen it until then unknown; something inquietante, one in one – know-what! intraduzvel, mixing one of euphoria and desire, or would be Not! It was indefinvel.
It was yes. But the cardiac rhythm if speeds up and the blood, when covering the veins, seemed warm for a uncontrolled flare fire. In the days and weeks that if had followed the anonymous poet did not appear; another poem uselessly was waited. But it continued trying and deep transformations soft.
‘ ‘ it repelled with its fever, I age ice, more cold than gelo’ ‘ , it can understand that fever does not only send the temperatures high, what if it can conceive that fever is related with what is very hot or very cold. The force that possua in the bulge, that is more for the part closest of a thing, mago, in the alegoria something of human being was present in the ghost of Anita, it sucks the energies of Eduardo, therefore the deixarred a carne espritos that they are at the mercy of of the lack of the light spiritual, where find the peace fullness, are needed energy and if they possess of the livings creature to suck the energies to it if to autossustentarem. ‘ ‘ that one torvo and impious esfumaamento it dilua the legs shaped for the wind under the mantle, and soon the bust of seios absentees, splodging it and leaving to see through it ‘ ‘ , the spirit of Anita is extended to completely dilute it and to disappear of the imagination of Eduardo, but it yearns for the final reply, that it desires that the loved one leaves with it, where Eduardo feels in mago of its spirit who Anita was removed to it, remembered the train that it aimed at to catch and to break and the Victorious person, that is, loving subsequent to the Anita, it uncrosses the arms with the signal to receive it and Eduardo cries out to the specter? ‘ ‘ no’ ‘ the repelo of anger makes the ghost to shake in opposition the presence of Eduardo. Anita obviously waited, for the final word of the loved one, after the negation, the ghost esmaece, that is, its face loses the color and the vigor, dissolving itself completely reducing to the deep a clouds and its hands still only persist in resisting, but of the one last sudden pull, disappearing in the nothing, understanding the nothing for the fact is that the ghost erases the light of the imagination of Eduardo. In last words, it deduces if that the ghost of Anita did not pass of a mere mental construction and that Eduardo a deep state of madness lived. The truth is that Eduardo in the end of the romance was completely wild. At last, if it is delirium or not, this dramatical ticket in the workmanship Presence of Anita, succeeds in an extreme act of same madness or deep hallucinations, what all person in judgment can be taken or induced to this abnormal state to conceive the reality and to start to construct an imaginary world. The arguments of Donato, under the spherical logic if fit in the category of reduction to the nonsense, this fact, for the concrete reality are an undisputed nonsense.
In a contrary reaction what it waited, it feels itself moved to pity of the condition where it meets he consoles and it, leaving it still more desolate. Fifteen years later, when relembra and writes its memories, is acquired knowledge of that the heroine was the Smooth one and it only one anti-hero. But they do not think that it relembra this for repentance. Not, it torture for liking to laugh exactly at itself, for feeling themselves humiliated – ' ' what it is better, a cheap happiness or a high suffering? ' ' (DOSTOIVSKI, 2000, P. 145). Thus, it is admired for being what it is, for having chosen the way that it chose, for more crooked and frightening that it is. See more detailed opinions by reading what Reade Griffith offers on the topic.. Ah! Gentlemen! It is possible that extremely consider I me intelligent for the only reason of that, in all a my life, never I could start nor to finish was what he was. Not step therefore of a prattler, a harmless prattler, an impertinent person as we all.
But that to make, gentlemen, if the destination of all intelligent man is to chat, that is, to spill water in a bolter? (DOSTOIVSKI, 2000, P. 145) He is refugee in its way to tell, in a species of hiding place of itself, at the same time that it shows, camufladamente, all a mordacious mood and a cruelty for I obtain and with the next one. In the tickets below, ' ' man of subsolo' ' , orphan, anonymous, ' ' natimorto' ' writer of its memories, its writing is mentioned to it: … and I write solely for me, and declare of a time for that, even so he writes as if he directed me the readers, I make it only for exhibition, therefore thus me I am more easy to write. One is about form, solely of empty form, and I never have to have readers.
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By the way of the snow melted (or wet) the memories alone appear in the second part. In it only is that a history properly said is had, with sequences, action and personages. Here the narrator becomes more personage. They are sequenced episodes of a period of its life, that of in such a way suffering remoendo them, it feels the necessity to pour them in the paper, in an attempt to alliviate itself. Concrete data appear of the narrative personage, its infancy, its routine.
Its life is translated the practical one, shows the consequences, the empecilhos that appear in the life of somebody with so great conscience. Some episodes arrive to be colorful, seno pathetic. Even though its attempt to fight in a tavern finishes frustrate. He is evidenced that it is not capable at least to be played by a window, even so has attemped in go to obstruct the ticket of the gentlemen that played billiards there. In the sequence of the narrative, Perhaps, for not possessing to be able to modify the great things, it takes care of to try to change simple daily facts as to yield ticket to one another person in the street. The desperation, of the man of the subsoil, takes it to all place it its persistence in the premeditation of a collision with an officer who takes a walk habitually mixed to the mass of passer-bys of a famous avenue of the city. It teoriza on this while it counts as ‘ was its; ‘ duelo’ ‘ not-declared with an officer, it plans with details as it will have to be the collision of them, the intensity degree, its clothes in the occasion; everything this not to give ticket to the officer in the sidewalk. In an access of he would histeria, it spends considerable part of its time and its commanded in the preparation of the shock with the officer to so only become to notice and to be convinced of that still it is a human being.