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num abanar de cabeca, aproximei-me para abrir a porta dos bancos de tras.Sentei-me num suspiro, larguei a mochila. Elerodou a chave, o motor do carro recomecou a funcionar Se quiseres podemosfugir e nunca mais voltar. Mais uma vez soltei um pequeno riso e retorqui-lhePorque quereria eu fugir contigo! ao sentar-me em cima da minha perna eobservar o seu sorriso a desvanecer pouco a pouco enquanto ele o forcava amanter-se firme.- Ogang nao ta pra fazer grandes cenas hoje, mas prometo compensar-te numanoite.Eleparou o carro em frente ao predio deles, virou-se para tras num sorriso epousou o braco na cabeca do banco Tenho algo especial so pra ti.Sorri para o Goncalo".Halo buddies! I hope you're ready for some more news.You may be curious what that phone call Mafalda made was about, and why Ricardo suddenly became so serious...! Well then, you'd like to read this one and try to make your own conclusion [it's also straitly important for you to remember the first episode I posted here, it will help you figure out this one].Soon enough you'll see why this episode is so important for me to tell you.Prepare yourself..." Brrrring. I packed my things, I sighed, I took the straps of my bag to my shoulders and I started walking away. One better destiny awaited me, one better then mere pronounced words and murmurs by the corners of the classes.I leaned against the cabins wall. I remembered the hours and hours I used to spent seated on the coach only in shorts and a sweater that fitted me as a dress, with my knees folded, drawing imaginary personages by the sound of Vicentes Pop Rock music, who sang them with joy between smiles and small dances with his foot.I looked around the perimeter, each car and each person. Nothing. Now it was different.I sighed, What happened to him?...! I let go of my bag and tried to see my fringe, hitting the tips of the eyelashes. I combed it with my fingers, I strained to align it.The wind blew kindly, my curls danced in pirouettes and mingled with each other. My white tunic, transparent, elaborated ripples and my beige thin coat prevented it from completing a perfect circle...!I noticed my smile, I smiled even more. Its funny, I always knew, from my past, that this moments never last forever and, even so, I longed to them each morning I woke up and each night I fell asleep.I took my mobile from my blue gray tights pocket. I sighed once again, I caught my bag and started to walk one more time. I went down the hill, looked backwards above my shoulder. Unbelievable! They forgot about me!I peered again at my mobile without any kind of notifications. No messages, no calls. Iiih, puff!I jumped backwards, pumb, pumb, pumb, I shrunk, protected my chest with my arm, I widened my eyes, pumb, pumb, pumb, I took a deep breath one and one more time...- So?! Wanted to run away, huh?I hooped my eyebrows, I sketched a smile in the corner of my lips Myself?
Never!. He laughed at me, ran a hand through his brown hair that incurved on his forehead Neither Id let you!. I emitted a laughter, pulled up the straps of my bag As if I needed your permission, he soon responded As if you didnt know youre mine.Yours... I laugh in a headshake, I approached to open the rear seats door. I sat with a sigh, dropped my bag.He turned the key, the cars engine started to run If you want to, we can run away and never come back. Once again I let out a small laughter and replied Why would I ever want to do that! by sitting on the top of my leg and looking to his smile vanishing little by little while he struggled to keep it still.- The gang aint doing big stuff today, but I promise to make it up to you some other night.He stopped the car in front of their apartment, turned backwards with a smile and lent his arm in the top of the seat I have somethin special for ya.I smiled at Goncalo".Did this let you even more curious? Good! The next post will bring you doubts and confusion but I promise you it won't last long.Do not forget to let me know what you thought and tell me if you liked it or not and, if not, what would you change (by sending an e-mail to asthacorrea@gmail.com).Deixou-vos ainda mais curiosos? Boa! O proximo post ira trazer-vos duvidas e confusao mas prometo-vos que nao durara muito.Nao se esquecam, de me dizerem o que acharam e se gostaram ou nao e, se nao, o que mudariam (ao enviarem um e-mail para asthacorrea@gmail.com).
Nope, ainda nao e o grande momento. Mas, aqui vai, ele dara vida as vossas duvidas e adicionara alguma confusao aos vossos pensamento mas prometo-vos que nao durara muito tempo [e importante que se lembrem de "Ameaca" para perceberem este post].Sem mais demoras,"Levantei-medo banco, pus uma mao no bolso das calcas e acenei com a outra. Sorri-lhe.Umagaja morena, com um grande rabo e linhas definidas, peitos redondossobressaidos pelo seu top branco, sorrira-me tambem. Poderia ter-lhe sorrido,apalpar-lhe aquelas nadegas rechonchudas, dizer-lhe o quao me excitava,levar-lhe a beber um copo, mas esforcei-me por nem sequer aprecia-la.Aquelarapariga que se dirigia a mim, a beleza em pessoa, era tudo o que eunecessitava neste momento.Sim, oRicardo nao suspeitaria de nada. Nao descobriria nada. Enquanto ela naodissesse nada, eu tambem nao o faria. Tudo se manteria em segredo, o temposeria todo nosso e de mais ninguem.Eraisto que me fazia ama-la tanto. O seu cheiro a perfume, todo o seu sexualcorpo, a sua ousadia, a sua honestidade eram um enigma a desvendar. Issoexcitava-me! A sua forma de lidar as coisas, de as esconder de uns e mostrar aoutros, era admiravel. Sei que foi comigo que o aprendeu, e aprendeu bem. Naotenho do que me queixar...!Sempresoube, desde o comeco, que estavamos destinados um ao outro. Todos aquelesobstaculos, as intervencoes do Ricardo, os conselhos do Antonio e as gritariasda Mafalda, nao nos impediram de sermos felizes, de trazermos prazeres esatisfazermo-nos um ao outro.E,logo a noite, dar-lhe-ia a noite que sempre lhe prometera, proporcionar-lhe-iatudo o que ela sempre esperou e sempre desejou.Acompanheio seu passo com o olhar, cada vez mais proxima de mim, cada vez mais perto deum sorriso que revelava rectos e brancos dentes iluminando os seus labiosrosados, men, que sexy! Porra!.Ela seaproximou num Oi delicado, agarrei-lhe as ancas, Ola sexy, e ela se riu.Envolveu-me o pescoco, pos-se em bicos dos pes e beijou-me os labios".Hello guys. Nope, it's still not the big moment. But, here it goes, it will give life to your doubts and add some confusion to your thoughts but I do promise they won't last long [it is important for you to recall "Warning" to be able to understand this one].With no more waitings," I rose from the bank, put a hand in my pants pocket and waved with the other one. I smiled.A brunette chick, with a big ass and curve lines, round breasts emphasized by her white top, smiled to me too. I could have smiled to her, grope those plump buttocks, tell her how much she turned me on, take her to a drink, but I struggled to not even enjoy her.That girl who walked towards me, the beauty in person, was everything that I needed in the moment.Yes, Ricardo would never suspect a thing. He wouldnt find out about anything. While she didnt say a thing, I wouldnt either. Everything would remain a secret, time would be ours and nobody elses.That was what made me love her so much. Her perfume smell, all her sexual body, her audacity, her honesty were an enigma to reveal. That turned me on! The way she deal
with things, hiding them from some and showing to others, was admirable. I knew she learned it from me, and she learned it well. I didnt have a thing to complain about...!I always knew, from the beginning, we were meant to be with each other. All the obstacles, Ricardos interventions, Antonios advices and the yelling from Mafalda, none of that stopped us from being happy, from doing pleasures and satisfying each other.And, later at night, Id give her the night I always promised her, Id provide everything she expected and wished. I followed her steps with my eyes, each time closer to me, each time closer to a smile revealing straight and white tooth brightening her pink lips, men, shes so fucking sexy!.She approached in a delicate Hi, I hold her hips, Hey sexy, and she laughed. She involved my neck, stood in her tiptoes and kissed my lips".Do not miss the next post! Keep remembering all those things you read before, you may want to know when the time comes. Remember to let me know what you thought and if you liked it or not and, if not, what would you change. This time I will too ask you something different: please, in your comment, tell me also what do you think that happened and what will happen later (by sending an e-mail to asthacorrea@gmail.com).Nao percam o proximo post! Mantenham em mente todas as coisas que leram antes, voces quererao sabe-las quando chegar o momento.Lembrem-se de me dizer o que acharam e se gostaram ou nao e, se nao, o que mudariam. Desta vez pedir-vos-ei algo diferente: por favor, nos vossos comentarios, digam-me tambem o que acham que aconteceu e o que ira acontecer mais tarde (ao enviarem um e-mail para asthacorrea@gmail.com).
pes, em risos esorrisos, , Ele e boa pessoa, ele podia fazer-te bem.Torneia observar o Goncalo, vi como o seu sorriso era contagioso, como o seu charmequase inexistente atraia tantas raparigas. Que parvoice, o Goncalo fazer-mebem...!".Hallo, I guess this ain't the next post I might have promised, but it's gonna introduce to you a old character that was forgot long ago between Ricardo's feelings - remember it? -.I never told you anything about him, and this episode sure will give you most everything you need to know [you may want to reread "Warning"].Enjoy!" There they were, leaning against the hood, side by side to their boards, drinking from their beers between laugh and conversations. I smiled, sure.Jose noticed me and accompanied me approaching in a smile in the corner of my lips with his look, muttering You couldnt have taken longer to get here, could you?. I semi-clenched my eyes I told you it would take time for me to get here, why did you wait?, he made a snoot and we started to walk, we went downstairs to the beach I couldve found you.Mario looked at me by the corner of his eyes, in his serious look, and drank another sip of his beer while saying Someone was afraid youd be fucked and stammered something, provoking Goncalo to laugh but, even so, to hit him with his palm in Marios nape.There came Antonio, walking in crosses of his legs onto me, involving my shoulders with the arm which held his beer, almost shedding it to my gray flat shoes, Dont worry dame, were gonna have such a great time!. Sure thing, there were no doubts about that...!They yelled of happiness, ran to the water in jumps and smiles. I stayed alone, sat above one of the towels, holding the others, keeping their mobiles and belongings safe.I sighed, made hills with the sand, collapsing thereafter. How boring, I wanted to be over there, with them, seating in the board, pretending I knew how to surf and talk infinitely to Ricardo. Ricardo...- Whasup dame?I looked at him by the corner of my eye, I sighed, Nothin and returned my attention to the hill, making a hole in its centre I was just lookin....Antonio sat by my side, squeezing the water from his hair. He observed me with a smile, endorsed his hand in his bended knee. I tightened my arms around my legs, semi-clenched my eyes to him Tired of surfin, Tony?, he responded I came to accompany you in a smile, I looked at him I dont need company to which he laughed and said I know exactly what you need, but I wont give it to ya.I laughed, gave him a shove. He stared at the sea, I followed his look. Are ya happy like that?, How like that?, Without him. I gasped, looked at my foot buried in the sand by the corner of my eyes, I stammered No and ended up responding I wont keep complainin.- Think about it he said.I looked at him once again, he already observed
me with his plane face, his lips in one straight line, his eyes glowing. I effort myself to draft a little smile and nodded Hum, he replied:- As youre not seein anyone,I gasped again, gritted my eyebrows, I blinked my eyes. It was nothing, dont think about it. He landed his hand in my shoulder and shacked it lightly You can always give a chance to Goncalo, without ever loosing his natural expression, without laughing or drafting the smallest smile. I, by the other hand, laughed.His jaw twitched and I saw his veins emphasized in the neck when inhaling Im serious, and looked again to the waves, I saw Goncalo and Mario walking toward us, still being hit by the waves in the tips of their foot, in laughs and smiles, high fiving, Hes a good guy, he could make you better.I looked at Goncalo once again, I saw how his smile was contagious, how his almost absent charm attracted so many girls. What a bosh, Goncalo making me better...!".Do not miss the post from Thurstay, 12th or you'll miss a great opportunity to understand a little better Goncalo's intentions, Ricardo's actions and all the impression Leonor transmits to others!Remember to comment with your thoughts and tell me if you liked it or not and, if not, what would you change (by sending an e-mail to asthacorrea@gmail.com).Nao percam o post de quinta-feira, 12 ou perderao uma grande oportunidade de entender um pouco melhor as intencoes do Goncalo, as accoes do Ricardo e toda a impressao que a Leonor transmite aos outros!Lembrem-se de comentar o que acharam e digam-me se gostaram ou nao e, se nao, o que mudariam (ao enviarem um e-mail para asthacorrea@gmail.com).
Ola, ola! No caso de ainda nao terem visto, E Assim Foi ja tem uma versao inglesa, se quiserem ler.Como disse, aqui esta um novo episodio da vida de Leo. Desta vez pensei que seria sensato postar algo inteiramente dela e so dela. Como irao confirmar, e exactamente isso que acontece.Espero que gostem!" Edesta! Nao saio daqui sem ter estudado este livro, sem saber o que erreiredondamente num teste que deveria ter-me corrido bem. Todas aquelas horas deestudos... parecem-me tao em vao agora. Poderia ter usufruido delas melhor,poderia ter-me esforcado mais por ter tido uma boa nota.Deito-mena cama, abro o livro. As palavras da professora foram claras. O teste nao mecorreu bem. Mais vale estudar agora ate nao poder mais, do que mostrar odesinteresse de uma negativa e so decidir pedir por um trabalho de melhoramentoquando ja nao houver nada que possa remediar o que escrevi naquele teste, e oque a professora, na sua caneta vermelha, corrigiu-me.Folheioas paginas, repito estas palavras, uma e outra vez, ate as saber de cor e dealma. Elaboro perguntas que me ajudem a compreender, obrigo-me a formarpossiveis respostas que ate o Diogo venha a perceber o seu conteudo. Tenho desaber isto. Oicoos zumbidos dos carros la fora. Consigo distinguir todos os cantos dospassaros, os pequenos murmurios das conversas que se espalham pelas casas queme rodeiam. As palavras e risos do Vicente e da Julia chegam perfeitas ao meuquarto, sei quais falsidades conta o meu irmao a pobre coitada da sua namorada,sem saber lhe aconteceu na vida e porque esconde os seus sentimentos numarelacao comprometida.Consigoouvir o passar da agua nos canos da casa, os pequenos sussurros da corrente apercorrer fundo nas paredes, longe de algum dia ter sequer reparado que noutra divisaosenao a casa de banho pudesse ouvir a canalizacao...Quantomais passo a frente nestas palavras caras e frases compostas, menos me lembrodo que disse antes. Impossivel! Como podem querer que perceba tais palavras,tais frases, que se agrupam e formam paragrafos que complicam aquilo que pensoque sei, e dificultam aquilo que nao percebo? Como podem com tais expressoesquerer que perceba uma materia que, por natureza, e nos dito ser facil ebasico, mas que nao poderiam ser mais complexas ou mais confusas do que ja sao?Comoposso perceber algo, que nem quem escreveu o deve ter percebido, para conseguircomplicar algo que tem de ser tao compreensivel?Fantastico...Incrivel como este livro, este estudo, este teste que arruinei, podem vir adecidir todo o meu futuro. Podem vir a determinar se passo ou nao de ano, setenho ou nao uma boa nota. Que restringem o que posso vir a seguir, se sera oque sempre sonhei ou se sera o meu maior pesadelo.Embaracoos meus cabelos Aaaaagh!, nao vou conseguir concentrar-me com todo estebarulho...! Levanto-me para buscar o meu leitor de musica na gaveta da minhasecretaria, ajeito a minha camisola branca unica.Ponhoos auscultadores nos ouvidos antes de tornar a deitar-me na cama, cruzo aspernas no ar e apoio os bracos na colcha entre a minha cabeca repousada e olivro.Umpouco de esforco. Nao me custa nada. So tenho de tentar perceber, e dar aentender a professora que realmente
me arrependo, e que me empenhoverdadeiramente na sua disciplina. Que tenho consciencia que esta, e qualqueroutra, tem um grande peso no meu futuro.Leiode novo. Volto as paginas atras e faco perguntas ao livro, tento eu mesmaresponde-las antes de retirar as maos de cima das letras e ter acesso aresposta correcta. Suspiro.Um conceito. Um conceito e tudo o que sei... Alegra-te, ainda assim, ja equalquer coisa."Hello, hello! In case you haven't seen it yet, How everythin' Started already has an english version. Feel free to check it out!So as I said, here it is another episode of Leo's life. This time I thought it'd be sensible to post something entirely hers and only hers. As you'll confirm, that's exactly what this is.Enjoy!" Right! I wont leave this room before Ive studied this book, before Ive known what I got deeply wrong in a test that was supposed to go well. All those hours studying... look so in vain to me now. I couldve taken better advantage, couldve work myself out more to have a good grade.I lay down on the bed, open the book. The teachers words were clear. The test didnt go well to me. I better study now until I cant anymore, than show disinterest of a negative and just decide to ask for an improvement work when there is nothing to remedy what I wrote in that test, and what the teacher, in her red pen, corrected me.I flip through the pages, repeating these words, once and again, until I know them by heart and soul. I work out some questions to help myself understand, I force myself to compose possible responses that even Diego can understand its content. I have to know this.I hear the tinnitus of the cars outside. I can distinguish every sing of the birds, all the small whispers of the conversation that spread over the houses around me. All the words and laughs of Vicente and Julia get to my room perfectly, I know which untruths my brother tells to his poor girlfriend, without knowing what happened to his life and why he hides his feeling behind a compromised relationship.I can hear the water passing through the pipes of the house, the small whispers of the stream going around deep on the walls, far from ever having noticed that even in another room but the bathroom it was possible to heard the plumbing...Each time I run through this expensive word and composed phrases, I remember less what I said before. Impossible! How can they want me to understand such words, such phrases, that group up and form paragraphs that complicates what I think I know, and make harder what I dont understand? How can they use such expressions and still want me to understand this subject that, by nature, is told to us to be easy and basic, but couldnt be more complex and more confuse than what they already are?How can I understand something that not even who wrote it must have understood, and still be able to complicate something thats supposed to be
so comprehensive?Awesome... Incredible how this book, this subject, this test that I ruined, can come to decide every each corner of my future. How they can come to determine if I pass or not this year, if I have or not a good grade. That restrict what I can do with my life, if its going to be like I dreamt or if its going to be my biggest nightmare.I embarrass my hair Aaaaagh!, I wont be able to concentrate with all this noise...! I get up to get my music player in the drawer of my desk, I recompose my unique white t-shirt.I put the headphones in my hears before I turn back to lay again on my bed, I cross my legs in the air and support my arms on the quilt between my laid head and the book.A little effort. Doesnt cost anything. I only have to understand, and show my teacher that I really regret, and that I really commit myself to her subject. That Im conscious that this, and any other, play a big role on my future.I read it again. I turn back the pages and make question to the book, trying to answer them myself before taking out my hand from above the letters and have access to the right answer.I sigh. One concept. One concept is all I know... Cheer up, still, its already something."You can check out too the next post, Last Call as soon as I post it (sometime today). Cannot promise nor point out any day for the next last two posts, but they'll come soon as I said in How Everythin' Started.As usual, remember to comment with your thoughts and tell me if you liked it or not and, if not, what would you change (by visiting my new Facebook page http://www.facebook.com/blogastha?ref=notif&notif_t=page_new_likes). Podem ler tambem o proximo post, De Supito assim que o postar (ainda hoje). Nao posso prometer nem determinar nenhum dia em que va postar os proximos e ultimos dois posts, mas virao brevemente como disse em E Assim Foi.Como e habitual, lembrem-se de comentar o que acharam e digam-me se gostaram ou nao e, se nao, o que mudariam (ao visitarem a minha nova pagina do Facebook http://www.facebook.com/blogastha?ref=notif&notif_t=page_new_likes).