My creations
First of all, thanks to everyone who is following my creations, who always comments and I also appreciate the criticism, without them I would never have improved my writings. As it became very difficult and boring to create a new page for each poem, story or phrase that I invent, I decided to put everything together in one place, but I will only put my smaller creations here, which are not very large. , so I hope you like each one of them, thanks ^^
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Bom, como eu poderia dizer ^^ Sou do tipo tímido, saio muito pouco, tenho poucos amigos (pelo menos sempre posso contar com os poucos). Semp...
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I know I was away from here for a long time and I even left some works abandoned... but at the moment, I want to post again and I will be bringing some poems and other phrases that I write, which aren't long... so that it stays more in tune. in one place, as it will not be a story in itself.
Well guys, instead of posting a new story all the time, or rather, poetry, verses and so on, one in each place, I decided to post everything in one place, I hope you like some of them. I will be posting the ones I will create from 07/14/2013 on Happy reading OBS: I stopped posting the new ones here and started to post in My Creations
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Hello, come closer and make yourself comfortable as I am about to share a unique narrative. This is not a simple story, but rather profound daydreams and reflections. Pay attention to what I have to say, because after listening, you will be transformed. Come, allow me to guide you through a unique journey. This series comprises a collection of short stories and poetic texts that explore everyday life, both bitter and bittersweet, whether in the author's life or in different experiences. Prepare yourself for an immersion in poetic outbursts that capture the ephemeral and complex essence of existence.
In an empty theater she always heard the same melody! Marked by the pain of never being able to avoid the death of the one she loves the most.