Maicon Caetano

It's more of a personal outburst, as if I'm trying to describe what's going on inside me, putting out what's been stuck...

Maicon Caetano

This guys, how can I say, it's just a dream that I would like to come true, even though it's impossible I actually had a dream that I woke up crying a few days ago, but I didn't remember what it was, and today, browsing the internet, I saw an image of a couple hugging, and the girl was crying, and out of the blue I remembered some pieces of what I had dreamed about, so I tried to write it, but the outcome of the dream, I I'm sorry to say that in my dream it was different, I didn't even get to kiss, but... I didn't know what to put at the end, I decided to do it this way, maybe it helps someone to be encouraged

Petit Ange

The world has ended. There is no future left on the outside, nor humanity waiting to be rescued. What exists is a reality preserved by the will of a single person who keeps the memory of the world and everything that remains of humanity. The problem is that not everyone agrees that this existence should continue... Eine, a survivor of the catastrophe that destroyed human reality, dedicates her existence to ending the last traces of the people who were once at the center of these events. But, being unable to interfere directly in a dream that still continues, she must find hosts among the people who inhabit it. Her new attempt is Claire Williams. At nineteen, Claire has very ordinary concerns: university, the debts she took on to study, and the future she believes she is building. Now, however, she shares her own consciousness with a young man who knows a reality she cannot accept. As the boundaries between memory and existence begin to dissolve, those who walk between the two extremes will have to confront a question for which there may be no right answer: when the world has already ended, what does it mean to keep living?

Rafael CarnielliNouvel Auteur

There is a kind of silence that weighs more than any war cry. It is the silence of the gap between the oaks across the frozen ground, the steam of a soup shared only with longing and the constant fear of waiting for someone who may never return. In Patavium, Aemilia became the lady of a home haunted by uncertainty. Torn between the relentless responsibility of governing the land and the intimate torment of not knowing her husband's fate, she refuses to succumb to despair. To protect the property and those who depend on it, Aemilia will have to find strength where only solitude remains, proving that dignity and love can be shields as sturdy as iron.

Poems portray the psychology of dozens of people with psychiatric problems, eating disorders, spectrums, disorders, or complexes.

AnonimamenteNouvel Auteur

Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again. Helena is in no hurry, nor is she afraid, and she does not let herself be swayed by pretty words. But every rose has its thorn. When two such different presences cross her path, she will discover that it is not possible to keep everything under control at all times. One calms, the other sets ablaze. One is shelter, the other is storm. For even the gentlest calm holds a flame, and within the storm itself there is already a harbinger of tranquility - each heart carries within itself both the flame and the breeze that can extinguish it. Be careful not to lose yourself. The labyrinth is yours, and only you will find the way out.