Taay Mendes

That's how I met her. That day by the sea, the waves came to kiss the beach. The sun was shining with emotion, a face as beautiful as summer. And a kiss happened.

Juu

Eduardo is a simple 3rd year high school student. Monica is a medical student at the best college in town. Eduardo and Monica are completely different in everything, in tastes, opinions and many things... But as they say, opposites attract...

Mary

A story inspired by the song Eduardo and Mônica - Legião Urbana.

Batatisa

I used to go to church just to steal the money That the old ladies put in the altar box I really felt that I was really different I felt that there it wasn't his place He wanted to go out to see the sea And the things he saw on television He saved money so he could travel < br /> Of his own choice, he chose solitude [...] And the Holy Christ worked until death But he didn't have enough money to eat And he listened to the news at seven o'clock That always said that his minister was going to help [...] Now Santo Cristo was a bandit Fearless and feared in the Federal District He had no fear of the police Captain or drug dealer, playboy or general That's when he met a girl And of all his sins he repented Maria Lúcia was a beautiful girl And his heart for her the Holy Christ promised [...] Faroeste Caboclo - Legião Urbana

Paula

In a city devastated by war, we follow the journey of two survivors who have learned, each in their own way, to live with violence, loss, and loneliness. He does not know that he saved her life. She knows only that he is more dangerous than the killers who threatened her. Neither of them seeks company. Nor do they believe that there is still room for kindness in a world where surviving demands so much. But a dead boy and an almost insignificant act of kindness end up intertwining their fates. Between small acts of care, silences, and difficult choices, two strangers discover that surviving the war may not be as difficult as learning to live after everything they have lost.

Lia Araujo

Se o passado dele não fosse exatamente como lembrava? Se ela nunca tivesse mostrado ser quem era de verdade? Ela se lembrava de tudo. Ele não se lembrava de nada. Ela tinha uma missão. Ele um desejo de vingança. Ela sabia a verdade. Ele sabia o que seu irmão quis que ele soubesse. Uma amizade de infância que precisou ser afastada, mas um laço que jamais seria desfeito. Seria possível que depois de tantos anos, tantas dores e decepções, que eles pudessem se reaproximar?