@JuNaiane
Public
I don't believe in love,
But believe me:
I still have hope
to find someone who...
- Stay.
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@JuNaiane
Public
In love?
Not so much.
I just find myself
Kind of silly,
Kind of charming,
Half while,
Kind of...
Sighing.
@ksfernandes
Public
I have two short stories ready and I'm thinking of publishing here. Does it have an audience? It's juvenile terror.
@fksilvain
Public
Last Saturday I saw two deaths. I got the call from my mother: my grandmother, at 89, had been sick. I immediately thought it was time. I left home to meet my mother, on the way she called again and said she thought it was late, but SAMU had taken her to the hospital. On the way we took a traffic jam at a junction that enters the centre of Viaman. Soon we understand why when we see a box of Ifood shattered in a corner, a figure covered on the floor and a concrete truck parked ahead. We arrived at the hospital and, yes, my grandmother left. No getting sick, no suffering, no diapering, no bedridden. She felt a shortness of breath and left. In the certificate: cardiac arrest, natural causes. I saw who the biker was online. She was 47 years old, children and grandchildren, delivery boy for St. John's Pharmacy. He took off on the way back and the truck ran the red light. The next day, my grandmother's wake was in the same cemetery as his in the chapel next door. We're all sad to lose who we love, but we were serene to know that it was simply the time, nature decided. How different it is when death is so unnatural and violent! Yesterday I ordered a delivery from Ifood, St. John's Pharmacy. The rate for fast delivery was R$ 2.50. Have you thought about his hurry? To die for that amount? Anyway, I remembered that verse, "died in the wrong direction, disturbing Saturday...".
@eliz_leao
Public
From the curve of my breasts
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https://literunico.com.br/ideas/da-curva-dos-meus-seios-6a917a5eb9b20
@rejoverso
Public
To be at peace with myself
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https://literunico.com.br/ideas/pra-ficar-em-paz-comigo-mesmo-6a90c399e0417
@fernandafrankka
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It is a mature book that treats the concerns of youth, dreams and consequences of the actions of the protagonists in order to make us think about what we really want from life and how we can deal with them. I liked reading too much, even though the protagonist annoys me sometimes, but it's part of it. Super recommend
#resenhas #Metamorfose
@rejoverso
Public
I bought a notebook and wrote
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https://literunico.com.br/ideas/comprei-um-caderno-e-escrevi-6a9001113a95e
@zanferreiraautora
Public
My Orbit Farm today.
@MarU
Public
#desafio 306
- Good night!
The rain...
The clouds...
The night.
The freshness of the breeze,
A kiss in the wind.
The moon that hides,
the windows open.
A feeling that consumes,
a simple desire,
A kiss:
- Good night!
MarU
@MarU
Public
#Desafio 307
- I don't exist--
Maybe my sin
It was seeing him,
With the heart.
Maybe my soul
don't have to
I ran into you...
succumbing
magnetism
of this attraction.
Maybe I already knew that.
Maybe not.
It's too late!
Of what we live,
of what we feel,
of everything you couldn't,
Nor should it
It happened...
in your heart,
I'm a scribble.
I don't exist,
beyond that one day
It was our imagination.
MarU
@MarU
Public
#desafio 306
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https://literunico.com.br/ideas/desafio-306-6a8e5c5d25cda
@JuNaiane
Public
For as well as affections,
Words are made
To be felt.
@JuNaiane
Public
Poetry is
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https://literunico.com.br/ideas/a-poesia-e-6a8e39887df22
@JuNaiane
Public
♪ About to collapse ♪
My mind keeps spinning;
Thinking, thinking...
Will I sink?
Like a castle on the sand
My mind is based
In delusions and more delusions...
"Why so serious?"
How to slow down?
How to wake up?
"Hey, you!
Save me from myself,
Because I don't know how to live.
Help me this bad dream"
Save me.
@eduliguori
Public
i watch from a distance calmly all his movements
I get attention parts that aren't usually appreciated
bones and muscles, dancing arms, hair and stops
a complex set that leaves my pupils dilated
no matter the definition of art, the woman when she moves is poetry
the head swing, the hip swing, the disguised look
You know I'm there, I'm always there in complete paralysis
only the heart beats, the eyes pick up and the brain analyzes excited
a drop of sweat runs from the forehead to the neck and is absorbed by the shirt
I almost don't move, just the eyes in hectic pursuit
on its border studied movements, beautiful, a charm that warns:
- Admir, behold, fall in love I have for you all the excitement
from my usual base, I melt in tasting your beauty
It's a routine act, but never tiresome or repetitive in any way.
all is new, wonderful, vibrant, full of cleverness
is bird in mating dance, is multicolored spectrum
We all know what we're doing, it's part of a process
seduction, analysis, test, interpretation, whatever you want to call it now
fraction of a large and unfinished act, study of the possibility of success
the inevitable encounter of those involved in this inevitable marathon of love
Edu Liguori
@cleberson206
Public
The last victim is my first book of police suspense.
Launched on August 19th the work arrived for Kindle subscribers unlimited and for sale on the amazon platform.
See the official synopsis:
In St. Gabriel, some deaths were never just crimes. They were warnings, bought silences and truths buried by people too powerful to touch.
When a young woman disappears and old secrets bleed again, Helena Vargas sees herself in the face of an investigation that goes through her own history. Between clues left by victims, names the city pretended to forget and a murderer willing to shut up any loose ends, she discovers that saving Sofia can cost more than her career.
It could cost you your life.
Dark, intense and full of tension, The Last Victim is a story about guilt, courage and the price of facing an entire city when the truth finally decides to come out of the dark.
@eduliguori
Public
Today I had memories
to dance in Saint John
kneading with the body newsstands
Long kisses in rock shows
the glass fall and wet clothes in the chair
the pee on the side of the road
catuaba, Marlboro and lithron
sweat, lap and lots of passion
Late nights, glitter
children selling candy
And your smiles
ich liebe dich said
For a long time I believed
Republic Square
Metro, Immigrants, Paulista
We march, we scream, we cry
The government was struck
along with our love
Edu Liguori
@gabriel10
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** What if the literary market was more connected?**
A ** Literary Network** was born to bring those who write closer, those who work with books and those who transform stories into publications.
Publishers can disclose their work, team and create new connections.
More than creating a profile, the proposal is to build a network where **new partnerships, projects and opportunities may arise**.
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==References== with**
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