“The negligent and powerless are those who attribute everything to luck and bad luck.” This new behavior of yours is acting as if it were morphine on your ego and nothing more than that.”, he tries to explain."Destiny. Okay, that's explained...!”, replies the inconsolable drunk.“Have you ever stopped to think that if everything is the work of destiny, no one can be considered worthy of honor for successes or held responsible for mistakes? concludes reasonably.— I don't want to know any more answers or talk about it...! I believe it will never happen again...! closes the tormented husband with himself.“Isn't it a fact that: “Admitting one's mistake is similar to the feeling of consuming one's own feces...? Our ego anesthetizes us to the point that we no longer feel blameless for ourselves.No one in their right mind slaps themselves, but they should at least consider themselves worthy of being slapped, but to do so they would first have to consider themselves worthy of each possibl

A week later.“Good evening, ma'am...”“Good evening... Cheval! How was your trip?" he asks calmly.“Well, madam, thank you for asking…”“He was lucky enough to feel the European summer. After my parents died, I even started to forget what it was like to be there. We used to escape the cold here, and seek warmth there, and vice versa... My mother liked the snow, but I always hated it...And my father... as always... he did as much as the other...“But let’s get to the point…” she looks at him.“Then it’s all right… the man will be here a week early, just in case.”“Excellent, excellent! “Good players think about three or four moves at the same time and, ahead, while they are only making one....”“Just so you know: We all went over everything thoroughly and we will still go over it until the big night.” he says, with the firmness of a rock.“I can’t wait for this city to become synonymous with strategy and not just silly romanticism, as it has been throughout its existence. For me, rom

He mentions his private secretary during a sip of hot chocolate, “your schedule is full Bruce and, not to mention that there are about six meetings that are about to be on the agenda...” and he adds, “who would have thought that one day I would I would be telling you this and seeing you like this in a suit and tie. "That doesn't change the fact that I hate all this travel... and the meetings! I'll be honest with you, Mike... The only thing that gives me pause is the fact that now my wife Finally, she had a successful pregnancy!” She is happy and takes the leather gloves off her hands for a moment.A miracle seemed to be being experienced by him and his wife, considering that a pregnancy had never reached this far in terms of months. “Friend, everyone comments that... taking into account the rigor of the treatment and all the apparatus, even a dry tree trunk... would give birth to a healthy child.” he laughs and takes another sip before get

After recovering from the shock, the boss decides to go down first, following the route that the car took, while his team goes down through another easily accessible, safer, but longer location.“Should we call an ambulance sir!?” asks one of the three, shouting.“No, not now!”, the boss responds, confidently and in an orderly tone.As soon as the men arrive at the car, they notice that, strangely, Bruce is not inside it.“Sir... we arrived at the car and only found the woman's body and... lifeless...” he informs via radio due to the distance.There is no doubt that the woman is dead, trapped in the hardware and in the belt. The completely disfigured face wrapped in long, blood-soaked hair.About ten minutes after radioing the chief, the team simply looks around and waits for Torres to arrive at the wreckage.“What’s taking him so long?” asks the most impatient.When they lower the lights of their own lanterns and fix their vision looking at the bank, at the location of the light from

At that moment the weather changes more than the climate outside the mansion, where thunder and lightning flash, shaking and illuminating the environment they are in.The rich and powerful woman, ironically, cannot find the right words to express herself and begins to show tension.“I'm sorry... I confess that I don't know where to start... I'm feeling that, throughout our lives, we don't just play with actions, but also with words, don't we?” she tries to reduce the tension with another analogy and giving a slight, weak smile.In some moments she looks at her master and sees herself as a pregnant mother who has also been carrying with her a child who, even before he was born, made her love him by simply feeling the life within her in small movements that seemed like hers, but she knew they were involuntary so they belonged to a new being.Inside the strategist there were still remnants of the old and insecure Rúbia and this forced the lady to even play against herself.“Certainly...