Stories
14 years ago
"Night, the beloved. Night, when words fade and things come alive. When the destructive analysis of day is done, and all that is truly important becomes whole and sound again. When man reassembles his fragmentary self and grows with the calm of a tree..."
St. Exupery
Heyo!
Some will remember there was a time that I wrote stories. And, well, I still write them, but I'm not currently writing them in english. So, as soon as I have something whole, I'll post here something, in portuguese this time. When I actually manage to pick a pace, I'll translate them to english.
And, for the ones who miss me, I'm sorry. FA means a lot for me, but it's kind of hard to stay around. For a lot of reasons ^.^" For the ones who miss me a lot, add me somewhere I actually manage to log on everyday, like MSN. I'll love to talk with ya!
Blessings for ya, and 'till next time!