Category: FANTASY

NOVEMBER

The cold and the wind, the shadow’ sun with the clouds’ sky to meeting in November. They to look and the end they are for accord in the opinions. They arrived under the Sagittarian ’sign.  The arrow after the arrow, caught of fear, they ask the pity to sun. Few warm! For  the earth. For the people. Look what the hard cloths, they to walking hardest , they are afraid! In same kind the tale by November...

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LOOKING THE STARS AND SAGITTARIUS

  The actors, musicians, painters, researchers, navigators; people that became brilliants in times , with years we looking them in the stars. A constellation wide is for they ! Now we are . I and you. Some kind to  spaying” in face and in back”, the parts are oppose only the eyes search. The stars? I think to change day’s monotony , to spinning, to looking in the eyes  for search the sentiment....

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APPLE STRUDEL

Apple….cinnamon….raisins in same way the strudel is running giving  the form a sweet fantastic of fall. It’s find over all, specially in region of apple’s culture. When we meet  the joy’s God Bachus through the wine and mystery we discovery and the sweet taste , pleasant by strudel. With the apple, with the leaves of fall we start to prepare! The ingredients: for preparing the dough of strudel : flour ( 130 g), oil of sun...

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OCTOBER

A scorpion is walking to morning at evening in 31 days ; we can say we are in month by October. Uff, cold , run , the wind blow all around at me,  the leaves after leaves for my sadness they are yellow, dry. The fragrance don’t are , the air is humid, a contrast strong for the summer , a perfume lost, passing in seasons of maturing , of conservation. Terra with the last fruits , legumes, two, three seeds forgot by September...

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PASSING BETWEEN THE SEASONS AND THE SCORPION’S ZODIAC

We are with the years , with the days, with the seasons, passing of sadness, in romanticism  and in joy. Every season is divers of another  from vivacity green to brilliant sun, under romantic pastel until to pure white. In every season to change or is alternated ; the sentiments , the thinks  all that can enter in your hearth. The soul? It’s? To live  in love changing the hours....

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