Aldivan Teixeira Torres

I Am


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Caraíbas—Arcoverde

       Mimoso—Pesqueira

       Pesqueira

       Belo Jardim

       In the ghetto

       The return to the observatory

       São Caetano

       The museum

       Restart

       On the way

       At the rural area

       Bezerros

       The Papangus

       The crossroads district

       The return

       Gravatá

       Towards Pombos

       Vitoria de Santo Antão

       Moreno

       Finally, Recife, the capital of Pernambuco

       Chapter I

       Chapter II

       Chapter III

       Chapter IV

       Chapter V

       Chapter VI

       Chapter VII

       Chapter VIII

       Chapter IX

       Chapter X

       Chapter XI

       Chapter XII

       Chapter XIII

       Chapter XIV

       Chapter XV

       Chapter XVI

       Chapter XVII

       Chapter XVIII

       Chapter XX

       Chapter XXI

       Chapter XXII

       Chapter XXIII

       Chapter XXIV

       Chapter XXV

       Chapter XXVI

       Chapter XXVII

       Chapter XXVIII

       Chapter XXIX

       Chapter XXX

       Final Part

      It was the day of 01/01/2015, agitated, dark, sombre, stormy morning, despite being the start of the new year, at a certain place in the outback of Pernambuco, where resting on a recently bought box-bed, was the glamorous seer, the old dreamer who had conquered the cave of despair and its fire.

      Among conflicting nightmares that wake him several times during the night, he debates tirelessly in search of signs that would allow a greater realization of his deepest dreams. However, nothing seemed to promise anything.

      At exactly 3H00 in the morning awakes from the last sleep of the night, gets out of the bed approaches his desk where are his notebook, his printer, books, the cable to connect the internet, forms and other bureaucratic papers.

      He sits down on the chair, opens the drawer, taking out a pen and paper. The spirit of Yahweh agitates him and then he begins to psychograph.

      “A new era approaches and in these new times, I want to give you, my son, all the honour, glory and success deserved. I act in this way, because you are the only one on earth to understand me, to listen to me and to be completely obedient. Therefore, I tell you: Take your bag, your crook, your cross and follow me. Do not worry with what you are leaving behind and not with what will happen after, for everything has been planned from the beginning of time. I want through you to touch the people’s heart, make them reflect and who knows take a new direction in their troubled lives. I am, once more, intends looking for the sinners, for as the old saying goes: Who needs a doctor, is who is sick. Those we believe, I promise eternal life and a special place in our kingdom. Those who reject it, they will have their names taken out of the book of life, for those who do not recognize the son they can see, much less will recognize the father who they don’t see. The latter does not deserve the dust from your feet. Don’t be afraid, will always be with you directing you internally. There are no secrets between us and my grace will keep you. Look for a signal.”

      The seer stops writing. He picks up the paper and gets worried. What was going to happen? At every moment that passes, the gigantic wheel into which his life has been transformed, becomes more interesting.

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