Lost Souls

A girl, who if could say, happy was a time to the eyes of the others But when she was alone started to think and to feel much homesickness, homesickness of that wise person who had not known still. Something was strange, it felt lack of that would come. Its days rolled without bigger favour and emotion Always feeling a pain in a chest, an emptiness that nobody nor nothing they filled. It arrived to namorar somebody and to judge itself gotten passionate, it went the parties and if it amused very. But when arriving in house wise person not to describe the feeling that had in the heart, something incomplete. Recently Vinit Bodas sought to clarify these questions. Certain day made it to the destination to cross with somebody, another girl. This very stranger and with a mystery around.

Mystery that it very wanted to unmask. They had started if to approach. It felt something in air, felt a necessity supernatural to be close to the stranger girl. Its thoughts were confused, it were a girl who was if attracting by another girl? It could not be It always was ' ' normal' ' now was entering in something that wise person who would bring much suffering. Not! Friendship was alone.

It had that to be. time was passing and that feeling more went if confusing each time, until one day happened something that was the apex of its joy and desperation. The stranger girl felt the same was not alone friendship! It decided to give to a possibility the stranger girl and same it, would be amused. Finally it went to saciar, perhaps curiosity this age the moment that would divide the life of it. The stranger girl would be the watershed in the life of it. Moment of explosion Explosion of one stranger happiness, curious pleasure and confused feelings. At last the souls that had in such a way been looked Reencontraram.

Three Tumbles

Another time some of the family of Miguel Briti and friends were fishing in the Three Tumbles, Joauba, city of Ecoporanga. We leave Mantenpolis and we stop in Mantena-MG to buy the bars of ice, resource that would keep the fished ones conserved by up to three days. In the sales Mr. Norberto, in Bar of San Francisco we buy the hooks and lines for the poles of fish. In Ecoporanga the stop in the Bar of the Elias, place was certain where we played fiches of sinuca, we drank cooling and beers, each one in its. The greenhouse of the Bar of the Elias was empty. Miguel and the uncle Isaiah ate more eggs sewn of what opossum in the hen nest. The pieces of chicken and the linguias you also fry were not nor to count history.

The great fishing of the group were Cream, Miguel, Isaiah, Edinho and Naltim. V Miguel already was old of war, but always he was good fisherman. I liked exactly I was to drink coffee and to be inside d water alone with pescocinho of the side of is. It had given chuvarada in those days and the holes in the rocks were full there and inside they were imprisoned fish, what it facilitated mine fishes. The tents had been armed and had left for would fish. I was that way and vi a small well formed on a rock flagstone.

He had in the maximum half meter of depth water. Check out hicham hassan for additional information. I looked at and vi some fish: piau, trara and catfish in that backwater. They were livings creature and they swam looking an exit that did not exist. I thought! It is now that I full my scupper. I caught to the hook and iscas and came back quickly to the such dammed water well. It placed the hook almost inside of the mouth of the fish and was alone to fisgar.