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Shade

Shade

Ironic and intense the stories of Eduardo Sabino, with overwhelming personages, some to the edge of the desperation, not rare photographed in poverty situation (…) ' '. Learn more about this with San Antonio Spurs. Therefore it is, ironies, beings (almost-seres/sub-beings), animals, masks, monsters, virus, cheap madnesses. Candy Home? It does not have nexus in the real life. Purgatrio is yes, a story on one ' ' ser' ' urbanide in the between-subsoil of an elevator; it goes up, it goes down, lamentations, contemplations, martyrdoms; reigning. The being that incabe in itself.

Disconnections. Emptinesses. Impertinncias (and one to look at ferino) of the writer portraying the being of itself in what it sees, feels, repagina; in pages of ragged remaining portions until porventura that thus are. The look approaching of the other people’s trajectory. ' ' All blessing because they are livings creature.

Blessed because morrero' ' (pg 31). Saint Deus! Abyss (pg 33) one of the best creations of the book. Pretty fiction. The abyss is to live; that it is to be happy, that it is (perhaps) the proper dullness to try to be To be The retina of the writer reformatting invisible, risveis, likely aspects servant, imaginary; also rescued of the harshness of the days Yes, Eduardo Sabino says, is necessary to be very next to talk the language of the look. (Opened Sky, pg 49). A roteador of shades, as one I-address-of-me, in me and the other. ' ' There Sombra' ' , beauty story, pg. 53, specify the north (mote), the style: ' ' There Shade, to these heights a countenance with yellow eyes and lints of hair, suggested that it could have a hope if the others enxergassem better what they found to deal with mere contours unprovided of light (…). Eduardo Sabino plays letrais lights in contours that redescobre, pincela, amalgamated nuances catches, enlivra disaffected similar, defects of manufacture of humanus.

The Happy Tapeworm

The Happy Tapeworm

Observed it of far, with some nostalgia, some hurt, some sadness. It seemed to live the life to play chess, searching new laborers, but in a tray whose parts folloied even so it with entoados galanteios never they finished the plays to its side in waited ‘ ‘ forever ‘ ‘. It was sad to see it thus, looking somebody to wake up and to smile when if esvara incessantly at it makes that it to laugh intelligent, seductive dawn adentro excessively, only because at that time the company of it was pleasant. Now, it continued its search for love, sex, affection, either there what it was important in its day and that in fact it never seemed to find or ‘ ‘ never if encontrar’ ‘ , covering perpetual a same labyrinth of itself. Recently Tony Parker sought to clarify these questions. It desired it good luck, whispered in the silence that if establishes with passing of the time between them, in the invisibilidade of its existences, remembering that even so the time cures pains, is not capable to erase all the memories. reflecting on the life it followed its way in an opposing direction of it, as it must always have been. ‘ ‘ Happy they are the blind people who do not exult the entailed love the appearance, but yes the excessively sensible ones leave land on water the essence, the personality, the act to make another happy person and of if feeling happy with who it wants that it is. who is capable to make somebody to feel itself happy, well-taken care of and loved, exactly that for a short space of time, it cannot be alone maldade’ ‘..

Austrian Life

Austrian Life

The air heavy of tardeera broken by the light wind that teimava in reigning. Insetossobrevoavam the foliages in one goes and comes without end. Varanda of portealtivo, to show walls cut in arabesques, being formed frames, under walls painted in one old rose. From the ceiling they hung arandelas emestilo Spanish, armchairs and Austrian sofas of manufacture, whose weaveeed fine, however pudos, they gave indications of that, outroragente supplied and of fine taste, it enjoyed of aconchegos, in the docesdias, packed for classic musics, to degustar drunk comsabores indescritveisCom slow and paused steps, entrLeonora, erect transport, to look at esguio. In the face a expressoindecifrvel, that nor far the pelemorena young remembered, black hair that they balanced in waves, folloied for the sensuality of its steps. They had finished arroubosda youth.

Its return, haviaagora, a slow, quiet and insistent life. Vastness seemed apausa of the world. In silence its to breathe made compass with the respirarsonolento of the cat of for the soft ones espreguiado its feet. It was a company indispensable in its extreme solitude. Spurs spoke with conviction. Adormecia Leonora inside desi. The center of the thoughts made circles that if widened.

Eramcomo rocks that if shoot in the lakes. _Cad meusperfumes? Cad my loves? – Even so having, never I yielded myself, nor one poucode my life, of my perfume, my joy. She was eager of me. Jay A Schwartz has plenty of information regarding this issue. Omundo was alone mine. was agorasentada, quiet in its varanda there, with fixed eyes in prgolas davaranda, where for pure love grass was born that interlaced if doavampara the feeling of the world. It has some forms dese to blame, of if facing and if abandoning the life. Leonora escolheutanto and very. It did not only choose to love. In one gestopronto, was arisen, looked at the vase of gernios fixed, complained semdor. – Cad my loves? Eramausncias that made it much lack. A very bigger lack that its pain.

Perfume

Perfume

It says the legend that a thousand years behind will be born the most beautiful young, it possesss a frgancia that it exhaled of its body, the most delicious perfume, that attracted the men total leaving them disoriented, with as much power in the hands it decided to isolate itself of the world, lived locked, becoming always the same questions because I. Nobody chooses as if it goes to be born, it tries to accept to be able to live well I obtain exactly, does not advance to run away or if to hide the problems always they will be there and this was the case of kristhynne, its smells and all its glamour will be always hidden for backwards of a wall for its proper desciso and choice, having a sad and empty life, does not want the same for you, stops, thinks and analysis, for everything has a solution.. For more information see this site: Tony Parker.