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Tuesday, 30th November 2010

Dear ?

Every day I think about my doubts. You are a big inquiry for me. You make me ask again and again and again… But I don’t have answers for all your questions.
You don’t know what to do, so you question me. But I also don’t know and I stay confused.
I’m sick of you. I’m sick of all your questions and all your doubts.
You are confused. You are insane. You aren’t sure of anything.
But one thing I’m sure: you don’t say anything else except more questions, and your question don’t satisfy me! I need answers and you don’t give me it.
Sorry, but our relationship it’s over.

Good-bye…


Margarida Pereira

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The dark circus

Hello children of red

How are you tonight?

I know that in the city

There’s a circus with clowns

She whent there alone

To see the magic show

In her small hand

A torn paper sand

Two malicious blue eyes

Guarded the entrance

Being narrowed as she pass

Oh that was going to be fun!

As the show began

A fearsome creature appeared

Was it a boy? A girl?

Nobody knows that ‘till know

The clowns are now on

One with the face of two

The ceiling is filled with laughs

Little red beamed

This was a magical evening

Until a girl reached for the stage

Little red did not wish to see

That poor living thing

The girl started to dance and

Red was shaking of disgust

What kind of circus had that kind of thing?

She was going to search for the culprit

So the show ended

And everyone was going one

Everyone but little red

Clutching her paper sand

She peeked inside the house

Blood was the main color

The furniture were rotten bodies

All scattered around the floor

Among that she saw a man

A red haired on his four

Tearing the fresh flesh

As he sheared a head apart from its body

He glanced at her and smiled

A Wicked grin it was

But it was tied to the ground

He could not warn her

Little red tried to run

But she could’nt

The blue eyes smiled

She was going to be there forever

So the little children

Soon disappeared from the face of earth

Nobody will miss her

Except that little paper sand

Beatriz Queiroz

Nº 3

Turma 11º D

That Night

All the signals are red,

And the Sun is gone.

The streets are empty,

The night vanishes everyone.

I hear the fog arriving

I saw my sister hiding

It’s crazy outside,

My father locked the door,

A spyder has bitten His leg,

The body hits the floor.

I run to my mother’s room,

I feel chocked with that doom:

Bugs all around my ancestor

A pool of nasty creatures

Devouring every parto f her.

I try to get to the road,

But the undead get the world

I reach the church

And pried for the people.

We fall on the darkness

Deep down the big hole,

Full of pain and sadness,

And I wake with my broken soul!

It was on that day,

That Y saw my blindness.

All of my body writhes,

The heart explodes,

The bonnes break,

And the eyes pull of my face.

I can’t die, I can’t live,

I’ve no voice to scream,

No legs to run out, I don’t know if this is just a dream,

But, sometimes,

I would like to get my hands on God…

By: Francisco Xavier Torres de Sousa