Confessions To An Educator

Candle has come single. It has begun with the dynamics of always. I approach her. I know that it is what wants. It moves away and she is ***reflxed mng.

She is sure that always I am going to go to its encounter. This way, to its way, it exerts a certain control on me. I do not know if it had to modify my behavior on the matter or, to continue investigating a little in its particular form of relation and communication more. I have the certainty that it is putting to me on approval. It is a subject of limits. It amuses and it entertains to know to him until where it can arrive and until where I am going to hold I.

It is marking the rules of the game. I am not who ignore if not she the one who makes the decisions. I know that it worries him that am I who I can ignore it, that tightens too much the pins ending my patience, but has a great facility to intuit that she is not thus going to be. I do not know if it noticed my insecurity on the matter and my inexperience. It communicates to me that it has a letter of Sabela written by her because therefore her friend had requested itself it. I suspect, nevertheless, that the letter is of the own Candle judging by the content that does reference to an episode occurred only yesterday with her. I transcribe its spelling and expression faithfully: Hello Puri: I am Sabela, I say to you that to aller you passed magosto fatal through fault mine. I feel it to Puri. It pardons please. Puri I say it to you of knees. It answers this question: You are angry with some or some of us. If you are not it, you say it to us.

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