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Layla... "Darling, won't you ease my worried mind?" (Layla, Eric Clapton) Em um barzinho medíocre, nas margens de uma...
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“Eu dificilmente vejo por aí histórias ambientadas no Japão Antigo ( Que remontam antes da unificação pelo povo Yamato - ou pelo menos é isso que consegui imaginar). Ao meu ver é um universo vasto para se trabalhar e também desconhecido, dando liberdade de criação. A mitologia japonesa é mais misteriosa do que aparenta e existe uma lacuna gigantesca em meio as lendas e mitos deste país. Hikari poderia ser muito bem uma lenda oficial sobre os primeiros Dragões Japoneses, antes vistos como bestas e temidas pela população. Remonta em minha mente uma alegoria de que Dragões Japoneses ( assim com os dragões ocidentais, curiosamente) se atraiam por coisas que brilham. Trata de forma poética essa atração que Umetsuya tem pela alma/personalidade reluzente de Hikari. Tudo que posso dizer, resumindo esse texto, é que essa oneshot honra a história dos meus antepassados. E eu digo isso com toda a sinceridade do mundo, sem superestimar a escrita simples que a autora insere para descrever o conto. E quando eu digo simples é num bom sentido, pois lendas são contadas, assim, sem muitos detalhes para que se espalhem pelos quatro cantos do mundo enriquecendo o imaginário de quem lê ou de quem ouve. Parabéns Layla! E como eu disse nos reviews: gostaria de ler mais oneshots como essa. ( Primeira recomendação que eu faço em todos esses anos de Nyah! Espero ter me saído bem haha)”
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