Precious Pearl

How many years if had been. I know that it makes much time, but, in my memory, it seems that it was yesterday. As it can this infinity of years pass and now to fit everything in My Memory. With very few years of age, I exactly liked I was of what all moleque liked. Of useful, almost nothing.

But to play ball, to play with the garotada one. In youth, I was very mulherengo: I prepared each one but at that time, the traquinagens or any another thing, was almost pure. But as in all the phases of the life, the moment pointed already me that I had that to change, to look new things, was when I discovered that everything that made not pleased me more. Parties, paqueras, women, brought I an emptiness As he said before, I age mulherengo but felt me fragile, hollow, on the inside. In the truth, already he started to perceive the lack of some thing that I felt that he was Special. Everything that already had lived until that moment, already did not interest me more.

But what it would be? A Beautiful day I discovered. But, before necessary to say that my redoubt, until then, was Copacabana, the so famous Princesinha of the Sea, frequentada for all type of people: fine money people, thick, farofeira people, suburban good people, that also had the right to usufruct of Copacabana. Not only of its wonderful sun, its sea, its bohemian, that was my preference. This wonderful people, that were not of the place and the rendodezas, but were suburban born, as I, were acquitted. In More than six kilometers of beach, the acquitted ones had until a bus took that them of the Mier to famous rank six, of the old one and that already of very it does not exist more, TV.

Santa Catarina

Later the man it caught the bag and it left to place in the lixeira, in the sidewalk. Exactly day at night – How it was its day today? It inquired Silvia during the supper. – Flat as you can imagine. you? – We are investigating a strange case. A youngster was found died in a strip of land. She is a sportsman, called Renato Moiro. The body had a wound in the neck that seems to have been one bite. The death if gave for the loss of blood, however, it did not have blood in the place.

– It was attacked in another place? – Yes, but the stranger is the wound in the jugular vein – Vampire? Silvia looked at for the husband, serious. – It is clearly that this is a legend! Vampires do not exist. – How not? It remembers the case that left in periodicals has two years? The case of that man, the Taram Drekel! – I do not know, we go to move of subject and to eat? After the supper, Daniel sat down in the room to attend television. The reporter of the 21 hours presented a news article on the death of Renato Moiro. It had participated of a match of canoagem in Santa Catarina and travelled in return for house when he disappeared. A photograph of the youngster was shown. In the photo, taken off the edges of a river, caiaque appeared Renato of foot next to one and leaned the boat it was a yellow knapsack with red handles. Daniel remembered the inhabitant of the sobrado one that destrua an equal knapsack that one.

Daniel disclosed the fact to the wife. – It placed the bag in the lixeira? He inquired Silvia. – Yes and he has this hour already is not more there. – Perhaps either coincidence, but in all in case that I go to ask for a colleague to discover who is and of where they had come.