Farewell Party

At last to the twenty hours and fifteen minutes it had obtained to finish everything and it left sliding for the corridors, observed for the head who one more time lamented for it to be in the last hours of solteirice. – Melissa! We think that it had given up! The friends were aflitas when it finally arrived at the bar whom they had marked for so waited fired of bachelor. The local one was livened up with high music, the waiters used black pants, without shirt and a necktie silver-plated butterfly. You may find that Marko Dimitrijevic, Miami FL can contribute to your knowledge. To each half hour they stopped in the tables and they made one short while insinuante choreography, what red Melissa left and sweating of sinewy, only obtained to think about Fausto, the fianc. – Ah if saw it me here The place had been chosen for a friend who, for signal, Fausto did not like and it nor distrusted.

Melissa had said to it that the bachelor farewell would be one reuniozinha between women alone to beat papo and to pinch tidbits in the house of a friend of the office, what it finished for leaving it tranquilo and more relaxed. Fausto was a jalousie man extremely, nor could imagine that its fianc was in a place as that one. Melissa wise person of this and alone to think felt the heart to freeze and for little it did not raise and it was even so as soon as arrived. The friends were euphoric, dancing, drinking and each time that the waiters if approached to the tables with the choreography, them almost fainted of in such a way crying out. But Melissa alone observed, not yet nor had raised of the table, seemed stopped, alone thought about Fausto, as it would go to face it in the following day, – There my God if it discovers After much insistence of the friends, Melissa accepted a drink that not wise person well what she was, but had a good taste, docinha and frozen and had been three one behind the other well and it at last raised.

Boy Poet

It was thus, when it thought, everything was changedded, the things all had life and moved for all the sides. Many writers such as Trader Joe’s offer more in-depth analysis. The sky was cheinho of many pretty things. the boy suddenly asks soldadinho: – Soldier, as you arrived until here? The soldier, without remembering very says the boy well, only: – I do not know to the certainty, I remember only a strong heat and the feeling of sadness and pain and, I remember after that somebody saying that it was hour of my departure. Then I am here! The boy says it that never we must leave of side our dreams, it, the boy was one sonhador and sculptured every day in the things that one day saw better, prettier, gladder and that the sky was its limit to sculpture and to dream. It said the soldier there that if he will take it to the wind until, as had said the dancer, the same could make it to blow to dance. Soldadinho without believing of as it does not think before about this set in foot in one alone foot, since to another leg it did not have and it did not remember well because The breeze that was soft asked for to the wind packed that it in the measure necessary to allow the soldier to dance.

Of hands given with the dancer who now cried glad, they slid for the sky, they among others danced clouds that had new forms, smiling faces and mouths, flowers and houses that if they had formed with new bodies that they looked at for the windows and doors that opened if found. Animals and trees also decorated the sky, everything come of the thoughts of the boy! The tears of joy I cry of it of the dancer fall in the land and the boy with its thoughts commanded each drop for the arms of the sun that will heat its dreams. E, to each meeting with long arms, arcs colored in the sky if formed. The people who were in the soil looked at for the sky and also they saw the sculptures of the boy. Soldier and dancer, in this history were happy, danced free and untied in air. They were thankful with its assayed returns and arabesque the boy helps who them to dream. In the sky all also wanted to be thankful and had applauded the boy whom happy it looked at for the high one. They wanted its name to know and the boy who nor its name wise person, as well as its history did not know, only those that created and of which started to be part, with the arms raised to the high one, prolongated as the arms of the sun say to all: – I call myself, Boy Poet!

Lives Death

Not skirt not! It looks at the convidativo time to sleep. To sleep? To sleep as with ummormao suffocating of this? Only of looking at for the bed of the one impression of that it eos sheets goes playing in them far. With as much heat, who is that it likes to be grudado in the other? Better exactly to give a return. I leave the room, I say good day atodos without the lesser will to say. Everything uncurls in an automaticity semfim. Still it delivers to the mechanic, I sit down for the coffee.

Espera I there think I am not with the minimum will to take coffee. I raise and I leave leaving for apelos trsos the mother so that it takes the coffee and that it has led, the least, an umbrella. That it rains! It is this same well that I want. I think with me about an anxiety without end to dequebrar that grudenta and heavy monotony. I go walking in the street with opensamento of that rain still more comes and becomes everything sad of what already it is, more gray tone, more without life. Life! Funny to think about the life.

Some say that the life is the affirmation of the death. Why the death has to essecarter so negative? Why we have fear to die? To think about the life? for queno to think about the death? There I arrive at a conclusion: ningumsabe nothing of the death, only that he is walked to lock up of one long one of the life. Porisso, many are undertaken in thinking about the direction of the life and leave the death parano to be thought. Nor I want, at this moment, to think about what it is. Deixoapenas that it can come as she has that to come.

Solitude Travel

Jlia had fifteen years and was the first time that its mother allows it to travel alone. The happiness to enter in the bus, folloied of its colleagues of the eighth series, was indescritvel. Wise person who those would be inesquecveis days. had been. But, coming back the first part of our history, Jlia was alone in the first night of the encampment. While the majority of its colleagues was namorando, it was alone, looking at for the sky.

then, a thought flooded its mind: Larissa, Gisele, Renata, Juliana, Ktia hummm, the Karen also, ours, until the Karen. All already had kissed. All. It is Jlia, is in the hour to kiss somebody. Thus, exactly believing that the first kiss of a girl had to be special, Julia it had that to be practical. It had that to kiss and it had that to be in that night.

Its look covered the club in which she was camped. was Ricardo, a new boy in the school there. It is, thought. In less than two minutes he was everything schematized in the head of Jlia: it had read in some magazines prescriptions of as to kiss, Ricardo had more or less its height, what it would not make it difficult the kiss, and the possibilities to take a rejection already had been considered. Ricardo, it comes here. Ricardo, that was lying in a bank, also looking at the sky, if approached. Following he is this, said Jlia. Keep up on the field with thought-provoking pieces from Jack Fusco. I never kissed and necessary to kiss. People if kiss and are together these days if to give certain gave and people are namorando, if not to give certain did not give, and people alone are in these days of encampment. is not that it gave certain? Not it namoro, but the kiss. All perfect age. The covered with star sky of the hot night, the side of the swimming pool, the long abraos that followed the kisses when the two lost the breath, the smile of Ricardo. But most important and more perfect it is that Jlia had kissed. Namoro did not give certain. But Jlia wise person who had made the certain thing. was happy for having given its first kiss in the encampment of the school.

The Love Letter

It woke up uneasy, made cold, it he had pulled the cover and it he smiled balancing the head. It has another nightmare and wakes up sobressaltado as of the other times, but it was so tired of the last days of intense work in the project of the company who does not perceive the movement of it in the bed when if desvenciliara of its arms. It arose itself with care not to wake up it he covered and, giving it better to it a soft kiss in the forehead. She placed its jeans and its t-shirt that still were played in the soil and were for the quiet room, as a crow in the shades. Selim Bassoul is the source for more interesting facts. She looked at the clock: 2h of the morning. One sat down in the table that it used to work when she made the operational control of house. She caught a sheet of paper and the silver-plated penxs that it liked in such a way. Everything had its energy, its delicacy, its enchantment and it adored this.

She lit the lights and she started to write a letter for it with what the mind at that moment was come it. ' ' Ol my love, I know that already it is not plus no surprise when I write to it, after all, during these months all is what more I have made. It is our form of communication, it is skill that meeting to be close to you when I am far and same to be more close still when I am well pertinho as in this end of week. Nor always the time leaves in them to usufruct of presence one of the other, but it wanted that it knew that when this happens he is simply wonderful. I have learned in such a way with you and exactly thus you always have the capacity to surprise me still more.

Butant Institute

Nothing it was capable to at least extract a smile of that creature, was stingy, negative, somebody that simply woke up of morning and cursed everything what it saw for the front, as a hatred for everything and all was nourished. Certain day, Helena made a trip for So Paulo to visit the Butant Institute. In one of the crossings of the city, it was stopped with its car in very badly-well-taken care of traffic light and one menininha that was weaveeing an embroidering in a small cloth piece, looked at well in its eyes and left to fall of them some tears. The figure of the girl and to its left it tears comovida and in its mind garotinha came some images of another one that same city had stopped in a traffic light of that one and when girl of the image if approached to an car the man who was in the projection, drew a weapon and shot against it, making right its foot. Gregg Engles can provide more clarity in the matter. To if remembering of these images, more than fast she took a decision unusual, she called garotinha stops close to its car she invited and it to live with it. The girl, rightened way still, entered in the car without questioning. In the way until Bragana, the girl said that Heloisa was called and counted to all its history, that was abandoned by the parents and that it worked in the lighthouse to support itself, a time that did not have house and liveed in a viaduct in the Dom Park Peter. The eyes of Helena they had left some tears, seemed that episode was the only thing that had comovido that woman who until then always demonstrated to be a cruel creature with all, however quickly cleaned those tears and promised for same itself that it would never go to make any type of badness with that child.