Posts Tagged ‘stories’

03.24
19

New Souvenirs

by yudaica2013 ·

The ominous and impious sleep of that solitary night revealed the premessenger, still confused, of a dream that came me without asking for to the least license: I woke up scared. It lacks courage to me to confess that it was overwhelming and sad; my breath already little did not obey the slow rhythms the occurrences and it felt a soul to me without the perception of the body. It sweated; my thoughts still fumegavam; the intranqilidade was well-known and still met in an unconscious situation. Some images in my mind to the times were clear, but generally obscure. The reply for what it feels in that instant she seemed vacant, cold and sarcastic as if it laughed at my weakness, my feelings and said ' ' not you conheo' '.

Being thus, the inevitable fear, the incompreenso and pursued me to the solitude, hammered me constantly and won me it the few until leaving me of an inexplicable anguish ahead! Still lying, I look my look for the ceiling. Without more resisting vagarosamente, I feel a hot tear draining in my face. I perceive and I understand that it would be useless to fight against the souvenirs. Everything seemed to say that I would have that to learn to coexist them. I fight one more time against the sad images that I have of your last tatuadas hours; marked in me. I say in my silence: ' ' I perceive that we move away in them; I understand that we do not find culprits so that this came to occur, a time that the biggest evidence between us would have to be a sincere love, but that, for occasion of the cruel destination, it confided breaches for vacant, confused and impious situaes.' ' After long moans, I leave to become me for the memories candies: your spontaneous smile, the affectionate look, the order of ' ' one more time ' ' to my attitudes of affection for you; of our gestures of total understanding consideration; the subjectively pleasant to ahead leave day most beautiful of what and more valuable, radiating and yesterday motivante taste of the next one tomorrow; the gostosa outburst of laughter, hearing my jokes without favour or my insistent histories of affection perhaps stops with somebody for who was made use to really construct a bond lasting: you! At last, a sincere memory of happy moments that to your side inesquecivelmente I lived.

06.26
12

Small Farm

by yudaica2013 ·

The small farm of my father My father has a small farm where the plantations already are all adults. The shade of goiabeira copper all my face. The banana tree grew as much that has up to two clusters. The hen house, full you of the pintinhos ones yellow. The way that passed pra to see the flowers of my mother, badly fits my feet. But exactly thus to obtain to pass of the other side pra to see the coloring of the butterfly most beautiful. Looking at brilliant, they seem the eyes of the tita, when its mother decorates its hair with pink ribbon.

Of the other side it gave to see the pineapples lined up. Appositive that my teacher went to adore to see all quiets. I descend the ribanceira, almost to fall with the noises of the peixinhos playing of handle, catches. It knows, had thus to be in my school: each cantinho must have one peixinho in the river, a colorful butterfly together with the garden of my mother. When to arrive at my school, I will count pra my teacher, who knows it decides to in front change the small farm of my father! Who must like this estria is the Juca. Coitado, suffers in such a way with the heat that loses the breath.

Well that the teacher a time or another one, opens door of the room pra to enter air RS. You remembering the owner the flora the varredeira of the school, does not stop coitada seems that it is always of good with the life. It knows that it looks like itself the ants of the abacateiro foot! It only looks at who is lying of the side of the exit portire: my dog pitoco. The doorman of my school has the Jeito of its Fernando: tired and always quiet. Appositive that it went to adore he is for these pandas of the small farm of my father. It has a skill of who likes to fish catfish RS. I cannot forget to pass in the carreador that is to the side marries of the Tonho. It raises pra early to leave the stream bed in the road of who goes pra city. It is the place prettier there than he exists. In the entrance of the carreador, he has you vary giant trees with the nests of the birds hung seeming Christmas ornament. I find that god played in this carreador! It is my sanctuary as my mother says The birds sing without mattering with the time. Will to be this way, but you seeing a rain time! I have that to cross

05.29
12

Royalty Giraffe

by yudaica2013 ·

At a distant time, when all the animals governed its proper lives, it had a great agitation, had started to spread for all the cantos the idea of that if that situation it continued, the life would finish for if becoming great baguna, animals would enter in extinguishing, having unchained a disastrous ambient desiquilibrio. All the animals, with excesso of the ostrich that it preferred to thread its head in a hole any, if had congregated, being the lion, true mentor of all that intellectual revolution, located in the point highest, leading all that quarrel. After to explain because they would have finally in all that anarchy, the lion finally placed its manguinhas of is: _ Precisamos a leader, Somebody that fight for the interests of all with justice and generosity, and nobody better that I, or vocs acho that this juba is only one ornament? Not! It is the predestined crown of one. It had a great grumble but soon it was suffocated by the surprising theory of juba. Almost all had kept silent ahead of that revelation, but four animals had protested, therefore also they had interest in if to become kings of all that bicharada, had been they: the giraffe, the elephant, the snake and the monkey. The giraffe was the pimeira to defend its interests: they _Olhem for me, they repair in my elegance and graciosidade, a perfect aesthetic set and spiritual, with all this air of nobility has of being chosen it to I. The lion answered: _ A true necessary king to have firm pulse, and not enxergo in you so great quality. The agreement was unanimous, however the elephant used to advantage the breach given for the lion and if propos to say: _ So great described quality for carissimo lion is Xerox of my personality and intellectuality, festejem, therefore they had finished to find your king.