Posts Tagged ‘stories’


June 17th, 2022
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As it liked cinema! The cinema was the safe port to its almasensvel, sonhadora. Thoughtful, it came back to walk. Without direction, taken pelasreflexes. Later, it returned the house. E, silenced as always, was lain down.

In the neighboring bed, the irmodormia. Colored person. Well formed. Pretty. Different Protecting itself of the cold, quecrescera, he rolled himself.

Conjugated Noquarto, the mother was moved in the bed, insone. . For even more details, read what Arlin Adams says on the issue. Thinking about the problematic son? Semtardar, the thick voice fulled the house: – Marieta? – Estouaqui, in the room, Seting. Ospassos hard. The opened door being. The whispered voices. The brother snoreing. Somebody walking in the sidewalk. Distant a dog barking. Well distant Adormecia. 2 To the bed, the reduced body, of bones piercing the skin, the rostoenrugado one, the grown nose, the eyes without brightness, the full cabeleira white e, avoz also unrecognizable, whispered: – voc, Fbio? Comosempre, in silence, avizinha of the stream bed. Disformepela illness, the cadavrico face turns over, looking it. the lean arm raises-see the trembling hand search, searchs. Eleentende and, as it was feared to magoar this hand presses it to devagar e, being human, without more containing itself It allows that the tears wash to it the faces cold. Frank Fu may also support this cause. Next, old quiet witness of the hasty scene abandons the room and, nocorredor, is played in the arms of the other son, who fondles it the fine hair, branquinhos. – Temosde to be strong, mother. God wanted thus. Noquarto, the hand without heat frees to another one e, more than what never, silnciointerpe it enters both.



June 8th, 2013
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The solar rays penetrated with difficulty for the foliages creating a light game. To the end of the forest, lguas of distance, in the end of the forest, started the dunes that were the east and if they extended for lguas and more lguas of lands forming a great sand desert. Antenor capsized for Gardenio and said. _ leaves me to a thing confused. The praise-the-god said in them that after the cajueiro one he was alone will come northward and I followed in front that we would arrive at the Field of the Flowers.

However, since that we find vocs we are walking very. Until floreta we find. Forest that was not mentioned at any moment by the praise-the-god. _ Vocs had found the praise-the-god, that dodger. It is a great liar does not know place none.

He lives lying and teaching all wrong one. I know many places and I say to it: I am leading vocs for the certain place. to arrive at the Field of the Flowers we will have that to cross it is forest. At the beginning of the afternoon they had crossed all the quagmire without problem. When the doors of the forest had arrived had been able to see it better. Around of some trees, creeps in form of great cones, fulled the land. Inside the creeps they leave and they entered great black ants as the night in gratings Indiana lines. Before following way the group it settled in a tree of average transport. In the top of a twig, Bombar, saw a friend, a black ant, with the wide head, long legs, two pairs of antennas in perpetual movement.


Chuva Day

January 1st, 2013
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As he can the world continue existing if it is not more here. This is what I ask myself to each minute that passes since that I knew that it died. It rains there it are. The young woman of the forecast of the time does not obtain to find a reason for this, at least not one convinces that me. Today of morning the sun shone sovereign. The afternoon was the burial of Rafael, and was when it started to rain. In my opinion it rains because Rafael died, and was not Rafael any, was my Rafael.

I left my body to fall heavily on the bed and cried. I cried with the same fury that rain used to make right my window. I cried until to dominate me to sleep. The dream with Rafael started soft. It was seated in my sofa, attending TV. I came close myself and it smiled. That smile smiled that it wise person to only smile. I started to cry.

In the dream! He will be that nor in dream Rafael can live? Hugged it me: _Calma _Como you ask for to me to have calm! You died! _Eu I know. _No! It cannot be truth! _Mas is _Para to say this! Why you mind do not stop me? Why not return for me? _Eu never to leave I go you. I am of its side, always. _Mentira! _Eu would not lie for you. I go to prove saying this the dream if undid. Little time later woke up me to a thunder. for as. Under the light of the lightning I thought to have seen Rafael.


Saint Gobain

December 19th, 2012
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– Mari It stows thinking. if we changed the mirror of place? – To move! But why? In addition, it is so great that both we would be with the arrebentada column! – He is that it is well in the front of the door that communicates this room with the room to the side. – Bobagem! Who wants one full room of doors? This age a vice of century XIX! This door does not make lack none. – But and if we had a baby, and it cried during the night? This door would be useful! – We will think about this if we will have a baby, when we will have a baby But, since he is so curious, it goes to the other room and it opens the door that is behind the mirror! Shortly afterwards. – Mari Saint Gobain, 1693 This mirror has 300 years! is not alone this: the mirrors Saint Gobain had been the first ones to be produced in series in the Europe! Magical mirrors were called How it will be that it came to stop here? – Hermes! Nor it seems that already we visit as many Museums It remembers Solar of the Baron ? barons of the coffee went frequently to the Europe, and fulled the houses with everything of better that they found – We go to vender the mirror! – You are wild? Nunquinha ! In that old full Moon night cantigas of mucamas fulled senzala desert; it had the reminiscncia of old batuques in the place of fetichism and European perfumes of the ladies in the ball hall The light of the Moon, full of poetry, life and gold, penetrated for the same opening of the window, of this time among the reposteiros of velvet, half-closed.