Tag: stories

These incarnate nights are mine that step leaned over on the paper in the attempt to write something innovative. the clock seems to inform to me that the night only started and that today it is the last day to write this story. Today I gave myself on account of that stories for the literary competition lack only two days to finish the stated period of the delivery them. I all passed the month, thirty days, trying to write some new thing, but everything already was said all the stories already had been written. I wanted to write something new, since I am a recognized writer, doctor in theory of literature.

To write something that waits my reader. But, as if everything already was said? I go to write something in new way, I want to play with the language. So far only I obtained to place heading, these that the writers place in the end, I I place at the beginning, was an inspiration. I found the heading attractive: ' ' nights encarnadas' ' , beyond the heading what I have of concrete it is this sketch of pretense elaborations of a story. In my confused mind of man of letters innumerable ideas wander.

I do not doubt if I decide in the way of this sketch to start my story. He is one launches of impulse. But, I do not want to deceive me exactly, I I do not have a good history. Not. This I have, what I do not have I am the initial phrase. All history is interesting when the opening phrase well is chipped. I read certain time that the Irish writer Wilde Oscar said that few are not left to guide for the first impression. I find that it spoke of books and people. I do not know, whenever I write I think about these words of Wilde.

I am lean. Son of lean father and mother. Granddaughter of lean people and niece of the aunt Adelaide, who of lean would retire only has it. My genetics is thus, no matter how hard I insufle my stomach with guleisemas, in the maximum what profit is gases. Already I tried affection, already I took boiled must and bateladas of biotnico Fontoura, without success. I made until musculao to acquire mass, I lost five kilos in one month, gave up there. The mother says that when I to engravidar go to be more cheinha, does not believe very, the mother came back to the normal one as soon as we give birth 3: the Lu, the Carlos and me. In more the step hours and hours seated, waiting that some customer goal the face for that door and comes to lease a film, but today the thing you the ugly one.

Two little boys had passed here to remove the Sherek (for the tenth fifth time, I find), a student came behind a set of documents of that I never heard to speak, for the college work and one velhinho leased one by mistake porn. It said that he was in order to see a bang-bang had the lenses of the thick eyeglasses almost thus thicker than mine legs read ' ' War ' ' was chipped, tomorrow the master comes to complain. In these hours that I am thankful to be able to be seated, gaining bunda and obstructing me of Cocaine-glue and stuffed big cookie, still I see of first hand the launching just left the cinema and take the newness for house. But it has times that I roll all, the line goes of the balloon to the door. I make receipt.

I receive. Cato the original. I give I change. I place the film in the petty cash. I say: ' ' thanks a lot, sempre&#039 comes back; ' , equal the Mirta owner guided. One day I complained: ' ' Necessary of ajuda' ' it left the warehouse there (that it is the kitchen of the house of it) facing was, gave to see me buo hairy, that nor a caranguejeira, thought that she was to advance in me. The eyes, two black holes, I remembered the witch of the film that had attended in the previous day. ' ' If you of the account of the service do not go to have that to arrange another one pessoa' '. I was dumb and I dedicated more to give I change, to receive and to catar the films. It leaves exausta and with anger. If I was bigger, full and round as the aunt Adelaide went to botar fear in the monster! But it was not it had to conform that me with the franzino skill of being. I disconnect the computer and I erased the lights, until I left under the balcony the comedy that had separate to lead. That night did not give will to laugh. While trancafiada the door, felt in mine cangote the warm hlito of the revenge and it again made me to this to lose the appetite.

It was one morning pparently normal. The little time wakes up and, in search of something good to attend in the TV, I impatiently pressed the buttons of the remote control. I heard a pleasant sound, a pretty, brown, lean woman and high it sang a beautiful song in ' ' Xou of the Xuxa' '. I thought that never my life had heard something so pleasant in all and was then that I stopped and perceb that it did not sing in our language, seemed something different. She was when the presenter spoke to the end. ' ' Vocs had finished to hear the American singer.' ' – I understood! It said ' ' americano' '. That legal thing – That I remember to me, I must have one five years of age and not wise person well on this. He wanted to hear more, to know more, to understand the direction of those words whose sound was so soft but so deep that, for me, the pleasure feeling would be inesquecvel.

Some years if had passed, however my will to learn English to sing, not. At that time, all did not have this easiness, did not have Internet. As it would go to learn then? I always liveed in a simple quarter of a small city of the interior and, had to the fact of my father to have lost the job, he studied in a state school. That is, we did not have English lesson until arriving at the time at basic the two (' ' fifth srie' ') It waits, its hour it will arrive, it said my mother. It tried to make the possible one to keep new vocbulos as ' ' hot dog' ' , ' ' self-service' ' , and it is clearly, without forgetting it to me ' ' hello' ' of ' ' bye-bye' '. Already I started to be happy, but