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QuestaoHouve uma altura da minha vida em que sonhava ser porteiro de discoteca. Foi uma fase complicada, deitava-me tarde e depois tinha sonhos disparatados. Quando acordava percebia que jamais poderia vir a ser porteiro de discoteca: consegui terminar a escola primária e a minha mãe nunca me deixou cair de cabeça no chão quando era pequeno. E agora que penso nisso, também nunca fui muito de tomar cocktails de hormonas para cavalo ao pequeno-almoço. Sempre fui mais homem de torradas.Questao
Há poucos relatos de pessoas que garantem ter visto um porteiro a esboçar um sorriso. O problema é que há
by ~SeptimusSeverus
EnterroCaminha comigo, estende-me a mão Sorri comigo, dá uma alegria ao meu coração Chora comigo, nesta hora de amargura Reza comigo, á frente da sepulturaEnterro
Quem lá jaz são nossos corações Mortos para o mundo, cheios de lealdade, Cheios de esperança e felicidade… Nada passou de tristes ilusões
Os vivos nunca merecem a morte… Só os mortos sabem o que é morrer… E nós já sabemos o que fazer,
Quando ela nos bater á porta Sobe comigo, amor, merecemos Um espaço
by ~SeptimusSeverus
Thousand StepsThousand StepsThousand Steps
The sun has not set yet but it is dark. There are dark clouds all over the sky and they are filling the air with water. It seems as if today they are going to cry all of their tears away. I am trying to run as fast as I can but the rain is faster than me. So far it hasn't let me win. The wind and rain are trying to stop me but I am not going to let them do that. The wind is firing the rain drops like bullets on my face but nothing is going to stop me today because today I have to reach for a place, I have to reach for my life, I have to reach for the bench; yes, the bench.
I go pass the l
by ~SeptimusSeverus
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Lady in Blue...She wore a blue tube top, and I could see she was tightly packed into that seemingly inappropriate outfit. Around her waist hung a white jumper, swaying with her skirt as she walked, and as she did, almost instinctively she pushed her hair back behind her ear. She answered to the name Jill Valentine and as I looked into those blue eyes I could almost loose myself and forget all the death around me. Almost...Lady in Blue...
I can't say how many days we've been here. We've barricaded so many of the windows and doors that the light can barely get in anymore. So we sit and wait. sleeping in shifts, as all around the station those thin
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