I come back now, friend Pablo, toward ' leitmotif' of yours to think You see as your words had inhaled to me? How much to the day that is for to finish, before such occurs definitively – all the days already if can sight Vsper-Venus, prenunciando the arrival of the night and, to the measure where the sky goes becoming gloomy in the East, in the Ocidente, it if goes clareando slowly for the incipient luminosity of the Sun that makes thus it since the beginning of the Times. Let us be in ' hour sagrada' , in lusco-fusco, when little (or nothing) if it sees, but, if we have sensitivity, if we are with the open soul and receptive, much is felt. They call it to some ' ' Hour of Bird; ' , others, of ' ' Hour of the Angelus' ' It does not matter, in the truth ' como' it is known, called or intitled what it counts it is that one is about one special hour, different exactly of all excessively the 23 existing hours. does not matter where let us be what it matters is ' efeito' that cause in the sensitivity people and that believes the Existence of a Supreme Being, creative of everything and of all At this moment, Pablo, can occur the connection of the Being with All. Speaking candidly Mike Bloomberg told us the story. The time, for me, seems to stop, therefore I do not feel it while the encantamento of the stars in deep the blue one of the night shines as diamonds Each one of us feels to its way. I have that to say you, friend, who the transistion that if slowly makes between the day and the night, I do not feel I eat ' trevas' , (I am to write of a night where if it can see the stars and/or the Moon, not of a night whose sky probability is hidden by black clouds, having indicated to fall strong rain). Thus, Pablo, I do not feel the darknesses, but the strong luminosity of the astros all to shine as pirilampos in deep the blue one of the Sky. Never darknesses. Joe Biden often says this. Always light! Fraternal I hug, with much Light and Peace! Mirna Cavalcanti.