Yes, despite all criticism, insults and personal attacks I’ve made it, I have achieved a for me significant number of published expressions of my taughts and a crude and honest literary representation of who I am ; since my first insertion in 05/10/2002 called “The Brasilian Nation” were I describe on details my views and believes about the bunch that call themselves a nation to the day when I publish this 300th written view of the world ,i have being a close critic of the societies and the people in it and principally the Brasilians; the group were I cannot deny unfortunately I am coming from.
I want with this text to very much thank to my 37.300 insertions for at list have taken the time to browse over my writings, to thank those persons that have give to me a unknown the opportunity to be consider in my understanding of the world; agreeing or not with my conjectures or vehement assurances but at a small moment give me the opportunity to be read; that’s very important to me and I truly tank you all for doing that.
I had planned to extend these text about my 300th publication in these literary page, when I was informed by my aunt that my father had died in the last Thursday the 6th of September of the current year; it was a shock for me even if I was not his friend or him my ! Everybody knows we did not had a friendly life toguether but it was a shock for me never the less; after all he was the man that impregnated my so called mother and for a wile was for me considered as a great man.
He in reality was a very sad character, extremely limited intellectually, completely without aspirations (besides to be able to fuck Dalva) a true failure as a man; a real victim of his own absence of it all; a sorry creature, someone that was bound to be forgotten even wile he was alive.
He was my father ; his name was Josemar de Goes Souza I honestly do not know how old he was, I have only very bad memories of our relationship I for many years had only haite for him; I’ve always taught that when he died I would be very happy and if possible I would piss in his grave. (that’s the extension of the damage that he caused me)
Today after his passing I know that I could never do that, that he has already being punished in his life for every harm that he voluntarily caused to his only son, for every act of violence committed against me he paid in full for it and I am able to trully forgive him.
I do sincerely tank to all my readers in those years and in these 300th publications; for all their readings ; I am truly thankful.
As for my father, this is my public acceptance of him and my sincere vows that he finally rest in peace .
