Seplveda House

It opened the house door, that creaked shadily, breaking the silence that it insisted on remaining there. The crickets, the sapos and the foliages heard only that beat one to the other with the wind. One pulled off one’s shoes and it entered slowly, fearing to wake up the woman, who was in the small room. One week for month it slept separate of the husband. Things of woman Arriving its room it conferred the windows.

For the way it came thinking about the history of the Dr. Nunes. It was better if to prevent. It closed the door and it locked it, catching a rifle that had behind it. Tony Parker takes a slightly different approach. Its side in the bed placed it and slept. Additional information at Aman Resorts supports this article. In the following day, the notice on the death of Sebastio was spread as rastilho of powder. Not that it was very wanted. By the way, it was very> That expensive she is this, well? asked Margarete, waited that it in the yard.

It had for return of a meter and sixty, pale skin and languid eyes. compadre Sebastio died! said it with the voice low. Nor he himself obtained to believe what it said. Ara! But it died of what!? asked it taking the bread of its hands. Ah woman! An animal attacked it yesterday it son in the house way at night. The Zaqueu said that it was lobisomem But that nonsense! said it taking the hands to the face. I do not find that this exists Ah woman! But now the thing is serious said it catching a hammer and some pregos in the closet. compadre Moura already had seen the creature, but nobody had died still. I myself did not believe, but after this What it goes to make? asked Margarete, confused. You not open I the doors nor the windows of this house for nothing this night! said it while it nailed the boards in the windows. Today we go to hunt the creature! It was almost the day all strengthening the doors and windows and later cleaning the rifle, that could not fail when it was necessary. The sun already was in the horizon and Seplveda needed to be ready for the hunted one. It was come close to the woman, it gave a kiss to it hugged and it. love I you! If to happen something me, he knows that I loved always you and I landed on water forever you! said it with the marejados eyes. I love also you dear! He does not have to happen nothing to you!

The Dramatical

All, without exception, they had been looking at for the screen, petrified, therefore the image, registered for an anonymous citizen, through one of these devices of cellular telephone, was consternadora. One was about a man who, loading in the col the body of the wife, pranteava desesperadamente. The fact had occurred in the night of the sunday, in the one parking shopping. The couple is to the cinema and, in the exit, if it comes across with an intense shoot out between policemen and assailant. A projectile had reached the head of the woman. It was deceased, but the husband was not satisfied itself and wanted, by all means, to take it one ready aid. It cried and it cried out, begging so that somebody made some thing.

That they did not leave it to die; that it could not live without it; that it was waiting the desired son so; that it was the only love of the life of it; that they were married has only six months; that they had a thousand plans It cried out these things it hugged and it, spotting of color prpura its shady face and its white shirt, kissing the lvida forehead of the wife deceased. Finally, extenuado, sat down in a seedbed of azaleas, with the corpse in the col and was looking at for the high one, saying disconnected things, monologando with God, while a small multitude started if to agglomerate around the dramatical scene. *** By means of the sad a news article, had a collective silence in the bakery. When somebody opened the mouth, was only for pronouncing the phrase that was hammering in the head of the Nepomuceno until the moment where it took a person, to the times, needs to die to know that it is loved! had said. was the consternation provoked for the strong scene displayed in the telejornal I appeal and it emotional this almost whispered phrase, that had unchained in it that interior boiling.