' The world is a place curioso.' ' It was this phrase that marked the life of small slfide. At that time it had only one centimeter, that is, a criana with one tero of tamanho traditional of this winged people. The mother of the small Yasmim sang beautiful letters, telling a world beyond the walls of the city. They were poems on gnomos, elfos, dwarves, ogros, human beings, centauros, stiros But no mention on slfides or silfos. The green olhinhos of small ' ' ouviam' ' everything with the aid of the imagination, therefore is not the ears, but yes the eyes that must marvel at histories fantsticas. Clearly that slfide fulled the mother of questions, deixando it so confused how much a butterfly attracted by the light of the night light. It wants to know of a thing? it asked the mother, certain night. Clearly that Yasmim wanted to know; the point to desire was curious to venture itself enters the butterflies alone to know the taste of the nectar that they drink.

One day you go to walk for some wonderful place and go to live a still more incredible adventure of what the ones that already had still counted and will go to count? the mother spoke, before making tickles in the belly of the son. Find out detailed opinions from leaders such as Ping Fu by clicking through. Small slfide laughed very, recording in the mind those so magical words. As the true adventure did not happen in the house of ours amiguinha, our history will advance until the aniversrio of it. The curious one in the world of the silfos is that when somebody complete 17 years, the queen of the one small necklace and chooses a fianc or fianc, depending on the case. The anniversary of our friend happened in the penultimate day of winter. The parents of it had organized a huge party for it.

I know that the afternoon was D. Leopoldina for all. – All the afternoon! How nonsense! it was ten minutes, if in such a way! Jorge took off the gloves, been silent. Arriving at the window, one set to take care of it of some plants being whistled. He turned himself impatiently widening the collar as a suffocated man: – He hears there, is necessary that you leave for a time to receive this creature. – But it was the Juliana left that it – Lusa mumbled. – It is necessary to finish for a time! Not for me but for you! Because of the neighbors, of the decency! – Already it was above, coitada – Ordered to go down it. It asked for to the Juliana to say that it is deceived, you were it are, without schedule to come back! – I could not Per as many years we were friends.

My rich one, loved of my life, knows it to the whole world, is one lady of vices, of loving, tutti quanti, a shame to bring shame and until disasters who with it walks or has accepted some of its colloquies or enleios! – That Juliana – Lusa opposed and with some anger muttered. – Nor it to me needed to say, everything smells the hay here! This horrible one I smell of hay! – I have as much esteem the Leopoldina Together servants, we dream a world of flowers – I know It was turned aside, however, the tortos ways and of thorns its friend, and if the meeting, in the stairs or here on, I say to it: Please, skirt, this home is decent place, lady! Please, skirt! not volts more! – As to blame it for the life that it has, for the emptiness of love in its house that does not arrive to be a home, for the searches it are of the not joined happiness – You are to justify it! You pray, we go, Lusa, confesses.