Kazuya Louise

I don't know exactly when I came out of the dormant phase... I just know that it doesn't matter all the scribbles we've done or all the papers crumpled in the trash, because all the good text to be read before was a draft. And, as beautiful as it is, it is natural that, when rereading it, we perceive a word to be added, exchanged, excluded. The absence of a comma. The need for a point. A question that arises suddenly... To live is to remake one's own text many, countless, times. All I know is that I started to remember where heaven is and to realize that hell is where we live when everything is asleep. I'm coming out of my deserts. And looking, albeit timidly, at all the mirages, without so much contempt, understanding that there was a reason why they were exactly where I put them. No book, no sage, nothing could teach me what each one brought me and what, over time, I continue to learn from them. They say you can only understand some pieces of life by looking at them in hindsight. I think it's true.... I also know that I've begun to understand the respect and reverence that the human experience deserves. Realizing good things that went unnoticed during an entire sleep. And remembering what I'm doing here. Even if I don't. Although in the sleeping phase I allowed the day to day to get in the way. Even if, from time to time, he pretends to stay asleep. But I'm not in such a hurry anymore. I began to learn to be more gentle with my step. After all, there's nowhere to go but me. I am the traveler and the journey. I know that everything started to gain a new life, deep down, I already knew it, but I had forgotten what it was like. I started to wake up from the dormant phase that, with its hands made of fear and fog, made my soul shut up. And it was then that I began to hear the song of strength and tenderness that life has.

Kazuya Louise

Kimura Aiko knows all too well the scandal she courts when she tries to seduce the notorious Toshiyuki, in fact she counts on the scandal in order to escape her adoptive brother's sadistic control. Unfortunately, Lord Matsumoto Toshiyuki's best instincts prevail...although not before showing Aiko a totalizing taste of what she's been missing. And when the opportunity arises to rescue Matsumoto from a bitter fate while changing her own, Aiko knows she must seize it. Toshiyuki knows he cannot ignore the Kimura woman any more than his ancestor can resist the seductive woman who cursed the Matsumoto men with the horrendous transformation that occurs with the appearance of the full moon, and is triggered by the love. Now, to save the woman's reputation and her own freedom, he must marry Aiko. But he swears that while they may share the pleasures of the marital bed, she will never have his heart... But as strange and mysterious events bring them closer body and soul, Matsumoto finds it enormously difficult to hold on to his feelings. by the young woman locked up. Especially when the reality of insatiable desire and certain danger burns brighter than ever before by the light of the full moon...

In a small community dominated by a powerful farmer, a man who has always rejected violence sees his life destroyed by a massacre. Faced with loss and injustice, he embarks on a journey of revenge that will transform not only his destiny, but also that of an entire community.

santozzNuevo Autor

Introdução: Este livro é como se uma garota escrevesse várias cartas para alguém, mas quase nunca as entregasse para está pessoa. Ao longo das cartas ela vai demonstrando como se sente em relação ao que está acontecendo.

ANNA VESPERNuevo Autor

Ele se lembra de tudo. Da mãe, dos dias com Clara, das coisas que disse e das que deixou passar. Mas lembrar já não parece suficiente. Entre objetos guardados e uma carta inesperada, ele procura algo que ainda seja capaz de fazer diferença.

worrel

Corações em busca de harmonia fomentam dentro de si uma perpétua dissonância. Ela faz tinta com a terra seca do quintal; ele dá nome a tudo o que se bebe e jura que água e vinho, juntos, são uma mistura intragável. Anos depois da tarde em que a chuva não veio, a mesma tempestade alcança os dois em lugares diferentes. Talvez seja tarde para voltar. Talvez nunca tenha sido sobre vinho.