Tell an episode everyday of the week (ex. A normal facto of the week). Maybe everyday is not the right word, but what matters is to understand the idea.
Traffickers have a curfew after another war with nine dead, bandits and smugglers, the reason was the definition of territory, but the issue is not that it was just a fact that he wanted to highlight.
The reality is raw, and is clearly looking at the simple facts and commonplace that it has a vision so mad and sad stories. Another day I found Enovi, calm, her name is that, there was not a nasty nickname colleagues, by the way, it seems that name is an issue for 90% of the population, but, look this: Enovi. Well, The Girl is nice (Firmeza), A little crazy, but who is not these days?
The story is as follows: parents traveled, the only woman among two brothers-thick shells, one older and one younger than she. Certainly one tetra amid sharks, as long fight, beyond the normal.
- I discovered that my brothers hate me! Their words were the last straw that lingered in my mind, and despite all the happiness that a silly teenager of my age can have, although actually smile when I cry constantly and be accepted by my Platonic love, the same as also makes me cry, look silly, I know, but hear the words that make me hope, "he loves you and will ask you to flirt, be happy, smile, life is a bed of roses." Even though it is a fairy tale, this knight without a sword has a girlfriend, and that life is indeed an open sea with high waves ready to break you down and that each one careless high winds can knock my boat struggling to keep on the high seas. My brother told me mistreat, humiliate, treat me like a whore, a prison wife, I'm not better than anyone else too, but maybe I'm not so bad as to deserve all this. If only I could be able to open the body that becomes so ridiculous when it comes to feelings, the heart ... But the stubbornness and overwhelms mortal sacrifice the weak, the old theory that the strengths outweigh the weaknesses, ending with a beautiful family. What are you talking more stuck! The useless sentimentality at the wrong time, we hardly use at the right time, sorry have rented your ear, but had to give this release. The truth is that sentimentality is useful only in comics, and especially in Mexican soap opera, I Think is better change the subject soon. Gee, man, already filled my eyes water, I'm crying for nothing in recent days, but okay, I'll learn to be tough, after all, if I do not change soon, I will dance the wrong song, played only for the weak.
- Yes! You are not weak and also will not dance to this music!
It is really crazy how Enovi lives her life ... Living a movie, sometimes a good girl, another villain, this was a move of the week. Sometimes she changes the words to make it difficult to understand, only a fool like her to understand, and it was difficult, but I got to your level. If you do not understand, relax! Perhaps worse tomorrow and not be able to understand your own thoughts. Easy, only theories of an abnormal ... You know the codes to put on the agenda? It's almost that, but we use directly in the language, exchanging words. Ah! Already okay explanations, lots of honey attracts bees, mosquitoes, and this portion of bugs that bother me.
quinta-feira, 4 de fevereiro de 2010
When the sun wakes us
This morning, I woke up with a beautiful ray of sun that crossed through a hole in the ceiling, made by a stray bullet. So begins the race described.
Cassiano is my name, thanks to my mother, who had not another name in mind when I was born. Eberaldo, Clorisvaldo, Elioenay and Casimiro, my brothers had less luck yet, but what of it , there are no human in the world satisfied with name, hair, height, or fat, as say the lady owner of my home . Maybe, this is another evil human beings.
Perhaps the world that I describe is not the same for some readers friends, or suddenly, may be even better than that of many other readers, but what matters is that you are now reading is able to understand my story.
Things around us acquire the vision and feel that each creation brings, but personality also influences our attitudes. A sentimentalist is moved by the reality, suffering and regrets for every grain that falls. Already a rational remains alert, stops, thinks and responds only with absolute certainty that everything will work out, and with the excuse of being rational, it prevents the tears from falling until the last moment.
It's hard to hear that we're wrong, admit it seems difficult, but only with a more air you can see how there are people who get stuck on. And what to do when your friend is whoever is involved in one of those stuck?
A certain teacher of literature, the Ms. Linete, taught me what's good record on paper everything that we can not express speaking. (It's just that the reader, are forbidden to say many things that are in our mind.) Some people write poems, some rap. The diary is a good ally for the shy girls, but when it becomes popular, it is required of all girls (minas) of the college, register any silly the day or the most intimate secrets, be that as it may, the important thing is to register. Here in the neighborhood it (everything) is able to turn a rap in the mouth of someone, this verse draws made on the evening of last week:
"From my bedroom window
Divided over four,
I see a murder.
It was one among the thousand
The year two thousand
There is not first of april''
***
Cassiano is my name, thanks to my mother, who had not another name in mind when I was born. Eberaldo, Clorisvaldo, Elioenay and Casimiro, my brothers had less luck yet, but what of it , there are no human in the world satisfied with name, hair, height, or fat, as say the lady owner of my home . Maybe, this is another evil human beings.
Perhaps the world that I describe is not the same for some readers friends, or suddenly, may be even better than that of many other readers, but what matters is that you are now reading is able to understand my story.
Things around us acquire the vision and feel that each creation brings, but personality also influences our attitudes. A sentimentalist is moved by the reality, suffering and regrets for every grain that falls. Already a rational remains alert, stops, thinks and responds only with absolute certainty that everything will work out, and with the excuse of being rational, it prevents the tears from falling until the last moment.
It's hard to hear that we're wrong, admit it seems difficult, but only with a more air you can see how there are people who get stuck on. And what to do when your friend is whoever is involved in one of those stuck?
A certain teacher of literature, the Ms. Linete, taught me what's good record on paper everything that we can not express speaking. (It's just that the reader, are forbidden to say many things that are in our mind.) Some people write poems, some rap. The diary is a good ally for the shy girls, but when it becomes popular, it is required of all girls (minas) of the college, register any silly the day or the most intimate secrets, be that as it may, the important thing is to register. Here in the neighborhood it (everything) is able to turn a rap in the mouth of someone, this verse draws made on the evening of last week:
"From my bedroom window
Divided over four,
I see a murder.
It was one among the thousand
The year two thousand
There is not first of april''
***
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