Observo o vento de verão soprar as folhas de um pessegueiro. Não se engane! Não há ali uma árvore, mas uma melodia privada, secreta, misteriosa a todos, exceto aos olhos nus daqueles que param para ouvir a melodia que a vida canta todos os dias. Que param para ouvir pelo menos por um único minuto, mas de coração aberto.
Havia um pessegueiro no caminho, mas apenas uma única pessoa viu. Os outros que passaram por ele estavam ocupados demais morrendo.
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Hello Pedro! Today when I saw your comment I said to myself: "it's the time when you have to read something, just try to understand portuguese" So that's what I did. I understood something, and I used the translator for others.
I really liked this one, but I'd love to read longer stories, yes, that would be fantastic, so I could give a more extended opinion about this.
xx
Andrea :)
I usually don't post long texts here =P This blog is something like a diary to put random things. I have a notebook that I carry wherever I go, and there I write things, ideas, parts of short stories and etc. But I must admit that since I started to talk to you about your writings, I'm kinda... "hungry" of writing something bigger, haha! Maybe I can call my male version of Anniken and ask him to join me in some new adventures =P
Anyway, I very happy to see you around, Lady Andrea =] Thank you for coming, really! But now, grab your pen and decide something about Jane! XD I'm curious as hell!
Hahahaha, really? I have more about Jane, but I haven't post it yet.
I also have of those notebooks I carry everywhere and that's how Anniken started.
I'll post it tonight, but in Spanish, I'm sorry. I don't have the time to translate it.
Goodbye Monsieur Pedro :P
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