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Fuga do orkut do facebook ... escape (em português)

It's funny how the Brazilian people (at least a good part) fled orkut (yes the one animal that was once beautiful and now .... feioooo) and todinho played on facebook kkk

yes orkut has become full of "bags", traps, perigosss ...

here and a beautiful kkkkk new facebook ... why my people is much worse than orkut (talking about "bags" in danger ..) ...

The non-Brazilian, the gringo already know much about facebook, cos the foreigner began to understand what a social-network after the Brazilians ( Why he does not know what is orkut), but started with facebook and you know what that FB ...

And now that Brazil wants to be "modern" and use the FB ... unlike many foreigners are trying to escape the FB .. yes .. escape FB ... and they're going where?? But of course expecting the "Diaspora" (which incidentally is still in a phase called alpha .. not ready after all)

... but if the "Diaspora" to work, will be quite different from BF, very different, 'cause our privacy will be respected even, and we are the owners of our photos and all this on our profile on orkut on ... , the so and even worse in FB!

is better to know these things is not it!

bye bye

ps: sorry for the mistakes but I am a "gringo Brazilian"

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Title: Behind Blue Eyes
Characters: Germany (cited: Italy, Japan)
Genre: Song-fic , introspective, melancholy
Rating: Yellow
Warnings: OOC Presence of
Chapters: 1 / 1
In progress: No.

A / N: here I am again! After a long time, I was able to resume writing a FanFiction!

This story was written by jet last night, when by chance I was browsing through my files to Word, and so I became aware of the presence in my stories of this song, titled "Behind Blue Eyes."

So I took the text and I left these words to make my fic.

The full story should be set in World War II, and his intent is to tell the feelings of Germany.

Be careful, though. With this fic, you absolutely want to take up the defense of the current government in those years in Germany, or you want to enhance. On the other hand, I think, in that case there would be to write something else. Germany or an arrogant, heedless of danger and very self-confident and extremely confident in what he does.

But this is not the subject of my story. In fact Here we describe a very OOC Germany, in the sense that we find it very torn between her duties as a nation and the actions they would rather do.

as a nation, we can not oppose the will of those governing it, but it feels a little 'out of place "when he is ordered to make gestures very bloody.

So that's what I wanted to express in this story. ( but I have to ask: why do I imagine Germany always that way? o_o)

The person speaking is Italy, which is the one who Hetalia is his only friend. And it is perhaps the only one who really taught him the deeper meaning of life * \u0026lt;- nonsense XDD *

The song above is called "Behind Blue Eyes" and is sung by the group "The Who". For those who would like to hear (in fact, we highly recommend listening to this song while reading) can find it here .

Well, at this point seems superfluous to say the least.

I hope you enjoy reading!

 

 

 

Behind blue eyes .

 

 

No one knows what it's like

To be the bad man

To be the sad man

Behind blue eyes ^[1]

No one knows what it's like

To be hated

To be fated

To telling only lies

I know.

I understand how it feels to be hated by all.

After all, the world ... Now I'm the bad guy.

But my dreams

They aren't as empty

As my conscience seems to be

I have hours, only lonely

My love is vengeance

That's never free

 

 

I understand that.

I know that I hate you so much for what I'm doing.

Your best friend would never come to that. And you're right about this.

No one knows what it's like

To feel These feelings

Like I do

And I blame you

No one bites back as hard

On their anger

None of my pain and woe

Can show through

For you I was the best and only friend .

Since when did you realize that every action I perform is dictated only by madness, you moved away from me abruptly.

And from that day I ask myself: why ... just thou hast done?

I hate you for this, really. I hate you.

I curse you, because you were my only ally in the world. Not in military or political sense, but in the sense affective .

But my dreams

They Are not as empty

As My Conscience Seems To Be

I have hours, only lonely

My love is vengeance

That's never free

You were really the only one who could understand everything I did, every day.

But now ... I was alone.

Japan is far away and you, yourself, you were the only person who was always beside me ... you're blown away.

Like a bird that has finally figured out how to spread their wings to fly.

When my fist clenches , crack it open

Before I use it and lose my cool

When I smile, tell me some bad news

Before I laugh and act like a fool

know, only now I realize that your presence is necessary for my existence.

You taught me how to distinguish good from evil.

But suddenly I forgot about this ... fundamental concept. And I ruined my life forever. The life of everyone, and that of my people.

If I swallow anything evil

Put your finger down my throat

If I shiver, please give me a blanket

Keep me warm, let me wear your coat

If only I could forgive me for how I acted and for what I did, and will return to me ...

... please ...

Teach how to do it again to atone for my sins, and finally achieve salvation.

 

 

No one knows what it's like

To be the bad man

To be the sad man

Behind blue eyes.

 

 

Notes:

^[1] "Blue Eyes" can ; mean either "Sad eyes" and "Blue Eyes". This is one of the reasons why I have this picture easily associated with the protagonist. ^ _ ^

And look what I found about it on Angolotesti:

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;* pun: blue may refer to either the color blue, is the sadness, in this case is an adjective placed next to the word eye, and then has a dual meaning: "sad man behind blue eyes blue">>

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Chocolat

Title: Chocolat
Genre: General
Warnings: Characters (in my opinion)
OOC Characters: Beatrice Battler Ushiromiya
Rating: Green
Chapters: 1 / 1
In progress: No.

A / N: This is a fanfiction I wrote for the birthday of Beatrice.
beginning had to be made a story for another time, that of the famous White Day, but because in the end I had not continued over-commitment-because, I turned into a fic centered on 29 November .
not know, I have nothing to add.
Hope you like it, otherwise ... patience. At least I tried to write something pricey for this event. * Bow * embarrassment

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was November 29.
a light wind was blowing, which was hovering in the air rose petals. The plants in the garden and the roses themselves were moving in the same direction, the air that the wind had brought with him was cold, but at the same time gentle and protective, almost as if he were already coming Spring.
was the ideal time for a special day: that of birthday.

A young woman was wandering alone in the vast labyrinth of flowers. She used to take a walk near his home alone.
However, that day was different.

was the day of his "birthday" the day he was born , and we wanted to be the focus of everyone. Not that it is not already, but she had always looked forward to the arrival of that time to receive many gifts from people he knew ... and, most importantly, it created the perfect opportunity to actually see if the others had to respect her, or not.
Because she was the Golden Witch, Beatrice , and respect is one of the fundamental requirements that must be a witch to be such.

Because of a sudden the sky started to cloud over, almost as an announcement of rain, Beatrice decided to return to his residence.
The first thing he did was to go to the kitchen to personally groped to prepare something delicious for guests who would come shortly thereafter. However, because after about five minutes he realized that it was impossible to cook in a short time without blowing the stove, she was immediately think of great patience that it takes in-kitchen, decided for now to leave that room and go elsewhere .
wandered for long minutes in the corridors linking the various places of residence, only to end up unknowingly in front of the door of his room. He was looking almost

incredulous the site in which he was found. In that moment I thought he was reaching into his own room ... it was too lost in thought to think about where to go in the next few minutes.
She thought about what would have happened in that long, endless day. And after much delay, finally occurred to her to do something.
Usually, when someone's birthday comes, you try to prepare a surprise for the person celebrated. And his bedroom was the perfect place to hide greatest gift.

perfectly Taking all this in mind, Beatrice he crept into the room and began looking around as if looking for something. He hoped to find some flowers or sweets that someone he knew had prepared especially for you. But at first he saw nothing of this. He was about to throw himself with his knees on the ground as a sign of anger and despair, but it was only then that the corner of his eye he noticed something strange and unusual. On the table lay a red box. At first glance it looked like a typical gift box, complete with a bow and a note to her.
The box was adorned with a small branch, which were linked many small flowers blue lilac. The butterfly bush
. It is said that this shrub attracts with its intense and pleasant perfume butterflies. So it was a plant ideally suited to her, who often wander into the residence in the form of gilded butterflies.

The girl continued to stare in disbelief that box so cleverly decorated. He took his hands and, after having scrutinized for a while ', lifted the lid and examine its contents. In that box he found ready
tiny cakes of different shapes. Only then she knew exactly what they were.

"Chocolates? For ... me? "

After about ten minutes, Battler decided to return to that room.
entered the room, looked at the table where he had arrived from the box of chocolates.
Instead he found that instead of another ticket, but not what he had written. there was in fact written on the envelope: "For Battler" . He opened it and inside he found these words written:

"It 's nice to feel pampered and know that friends remember us also vice.
Thank you, dear.
Not to sound nasty but I swear that every chocolate I thought of you, and do not know what he was thinking ... sweeter! "

" C. .. what? "

In response, Battler ran to his room, quickly hid the ticket in a drawer and threw herself on the bed.
"Damn ... Is it possible that I should always be so unlucky with women? "
While thinking these things, n hid his face in the pillow, ashamed of what who had made only hours ago.