I had made a mini-tale (it had limits of words, so I got pretty stuck) and intended to sign up for a contest... But I missed the deadline.
Tell me, it was worth missing the deadline anyway, wasn't it? That would never win any contests.
*** WHITE NIGHTS ***
I like to give you books as a gift. Two years ago, for example, I remember giving a White Nights, which I had a long time ago, to a three-month-old boyfriend.
I'm alone today. But it's Valentine's Day, so I decided to give myself a gift. A book, of course.
I'm on the sebum. Russian section. And suddenly...
I find the book on a shelf, squeezed between Tolstoy and Gorki. The bump is the same, the crease in the corner too. I open on the front page and almost laugh: my lyrics are still there, promising “forever” as if scribbling any reminder.
"May this book remind you that dreamers also deserve to be found."
The sebum owner can't explain how the copy got there. It doesn't matter. I don't even bargain: I buy the book back and sit in the cafeteria next door.
Under the old dedication, I write another, smaller:
“For those who stayed. I finally found myself."
I close the book and smile. Coffee cools. I think maybe that's what love is: return the gift to the right sender.
@tibianchini
A spectacular book, now with a new cover.
(The previous cover was already beautiful, and now the new cover gave an even cooler atmosphere to history – which remains a delight to read, well written and necessary).
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My acquisitions this month!
@tibianchini
I already have my numbers there... Run.
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That day
And it's not that, right on that day,
I, who have rhymes for everything,
As I looked at you closely, I was mute,
Not knowing how you felt?
You're a phenomenon of nature,
Your sweet look, and the smooth glow
From the lips that surround your smile:
Storm of grace and beauty.
I know, though: you're not for me.
To love you is a delight, and it is a burden:
You're another bard's captive muse,
Distance, loneliness, foul. The end.
But poems tell the unsaid:
My heart still eludes
And I still read you often,
In thunder where I no longer live.
And it's not that since that day,
My life has been seeking
Fragments of this look in your eyes
Smiling in a poetry?...
The least important show of my life.
@tibianchini:
EXTRA!
I just published a short story.
A story that wasn't made by Ia
(Calm down, that's the title of the tale - but it's true; it hasn't even been done).
And you can get it here, oh:
Abrir linkEXTRA!
I just published a short story.
A story that wasn't made by Ia
(Calm down, that's the title of the tale - but it's true; it hasn't even been done).
And you can get it here, oh:
Abrir link@tibianchini
Aaaah!
A delicious canal! Gisele's sympathy is contagious (even when she talks about the most amazing horror books...)
Watch! It's worth it!
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@tibianchini
Did you see that?
You can trade something pretty cool that you have for this book. FANTASTIC...
I already have mine, but I'm still looking around to see if I have anything REALLY cool to make the exchange (a book like this can't be replaced by any nonsense). I want one more copy, so I can present...
Whoever has something valuable (not in price, but in essence)... Call Mari.
Just call it, the scam has reached Threads!
I changed my mind! I'll switch with five people. But only if I get at least 20 trading offers.
I'll mail the book to the five people who offer me the coolest things in return.
If you float, I'll erase and pretend the idea never existed.
"But my job costs a lot more than your book there," you can say. Then offer me a discount. It's on everything, propose.
