AmeliadosSantos

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A beleza no triste by AmeliadosSantos, literature

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A beleza no triste

Em frente à sua casa, insegura como sempre estive, cruzei o portão que me separava de você. Eu entrei e vi o sorriso da mulher que te trouxe ao mundo, o sofá onde costumávamos conversar, a mesa onde me foi servida aceitação e gentileza, o tapete sobre o qual te entreguei meus segredos mais confusos naquele dia trêmulo de cumplicidade, e vi você ali, parado, o homem feito de mar. Homem este que é meu, até que se prove o contrário. Saboreei a brisa salgada na sua respiração. Afundei no azul dos seus olhos. Senti a vida se esvair do meu ser quando sua mão de rochas toc

A beleza no morto by AmeliadosSantos, literature

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A beleza no morto

Ai de mim, que vi brotar, em sua exuberância, a flor mais feia do jardim no solo árido e imaturo do meu coração. Mal havíamos aberto as pétalas da juventude, e já nos jurávamos fidelidade atemporal. Amor eterno e sem barba. Suspiros ingênuos em roupas de escola. Não durou um ano. Como dizia o poetinha, no entanto, que seja infinito (e foi) enquanto (ou ainda que não) dure. Tão infinito que ainda ecoa nas paredes frias dos meus dias, que ainda ouço o gotejar suave do sangue que escorre da saudade aberta no meu peito. Mas saudade sempre tivemos, principalmente d

A + M by AmeliadosSantos, literature

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A + M

"So, what do you think?" Michael asked, not only with his voice, but with his eyes. He was close enough to hear Audrey's breathing but not that close to understand the mess that her brain was trying to untangle. He was so much in love with her that none of alternatives felt right. She had to say yes, and she would eventually. Michael just knew that. They were under what can be called "their tree". It was the spot they first kissed. There was something magical about that place, no one could really get it. But Audrey and Michael did. There was where, as Michael liked to say, you can see "the sky as it turns dreamy red but the gray city still l

Mine or nobody else's by AmeliadosSantos, literature

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Mine or nobody else's

I don't want it to suddenly end. Another turbulence of soul, another loneliness. Stay here forever, lie down with me and look at the stars. Words crossing in our conversations, without a defined direction and without a goal. Our voices just fly about, free and in love. Only wind and light, our eternities together. You and me: Calmness and Storm. The perfect balance, you and me. If you stay, I'll send soft rains to the field. If you leave, I'll bring secular floods and annihilate your winds and your warmth and I'll murder every life in your life. I'll rise up tides and cover the earth, for the emptiness of my heart may never come back. Ch

oh, Burn! by AmeliadosSantos, literature

First kisses by AmeliadosSantos, literature

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First kisses

As an assumed not-normal girl, I think I have the divine right to say: I'm Amelia and my kisses have colors. I know it's weird, but it's the truth. Every time I kiss a guy for the first time, a color pops up in my head, as well as a sentence. My friends say I'm crazy and that the only color you see when kissing is black, because your eyes are closed. But that's not me. So far, I had six first kisses. My first kiss was pink: soft, light, calm. Exactly what a first kiss should be. And the sentence that came up to me was "Is this it?". I laughed really hard afterwards; I had no idea what kissing was like. His name was Peter. My second first

True artists don't hide behind names by AmeliadosSantos, literature

When I know I love you by AmeliadosSantos, literature

Condemned by AmeliadosSantos, literature

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Condemned

Absent-mindedness, smiles, cuts, broken teeth, sweets, music, sun, disappointment, you. Selfishness, frowning, irony, broken heart, salt, books, evening, hope, me Calm, dispair, love, anger, death, life, friendship, jealousy, silence, noise, us. It's just you and me. Or it was you and me. Distance, awkwardness, tears, screams, missing, lovesick, now. Not really that much different than before. We never made any sense, but at least we made no sense together. I want you back, but I can't. There's still one last thing that keeps us apart, despite every other things: Pride.

Stolen Heaven by AmeliadosSantos, literature

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Stolen Heaven

For one moment, and one moment only, the universe stopped. We were living our daily lives, pretending to be alright and letting everyone else believe that we had finally parted from each other, which was clearly not true. I thought about him every hour of every day, and he sighed whenever I crossed his mind. For nights and nights, we both lied silently, each one of us in our own beds, next to the people we married, one world away from our true love. If I closed my eyes, though, and stayed really still, I could almost feel his arms around me. While he, breathing heavily and deeply, could catch a memory of my scent, somewhere in his air. Even

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A + M by AmeliadosSantos, literature

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oh, Burn! by AmeliadosSantos, literature

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True artists don't hide behind names by AmeliadosSantos, literature

When I know I love you by AmeliadosSantos, literature

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Stolen Heaven by AmeliadosSantos, literature

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“– Cool... fields – I said. – Not very cool after the games – Jason said. – Games? He looked at me and grinned. – You Greeks can't get all the fun, right?” Jason and Leo; Leo’s POV; 01 “I was seriously surprised as if I had just been given a slap on my face by Grover.” Annabeth on her thoughts; 03 “Let me give you a hit, son of Jupiter, Lupa said. Take the son of Poseidon; you're gonna need him since you're going to be in the sea. Oh, wow, wise choice. Thank you.” Lupa to Jason and Percy’s thoughts; Percy’s POV, 04 &ldqu

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Supergirl

Sometimes i wish i could be your supergirl, to protect you from anyone who could hurt you. I wish i could fly, to be wherever you are, wherever you need me. I would be there for you. I would like to read minds, to understand you, know what you feel and support you. I wish i could have super strength, to always protect you and hug you tight. I would like to stop the time too, to see what i did wrong, what happend to us, what i can change. To come back in time and undo my mistakes. The only superpower i have, but i wish i hadnt, is the one of being invisible. Being invisible to you.

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About AmeliadosSantos

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Artist // Hobbyist // Literature

Mar 28
Brazil
Deviant for 12 years
She / Her

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My Bio

okay, let's see.

I love books.

I endure music.

I suck at Chemistry.

I'm a heartbreaker/broken-hearted girl.

I love walking without shoes on.

I want to be a nomad when I'm able to afford it (which suits perfectly what I just saw in a test: according to Avatar - The Last Airbender, I'm an AirBender. A nomad! Yay!). That's what human beings were made for, right? We walk long distances, further than any other animal, and we adapt to all kinds of environment. Why contradict nature?

Deep thoughts: I write because it's the only moment of the day when I'm completely sure that I don't need to have a name or a body. I just have to listen to my mind telling me what to write down. I don't really think I need a name at all. I'm a writer, and writers are lonely wanderers. We observe and tell stories, nothing else. I don't fit in this world, because I'm not from it. I don't exist, really. I watch, I learn, I listen. Everyone is my character is a story that will never be finished.

Favourite Visual Artist

My sister. (Her drawings are marvelous!) And this guy, Samuel Silva ( http://vianaarts.deviantart.com/ )

Favourite Movies

"You've got mail" and "Medianeras"

Favourite TV Shows

The Big Bang Theory, Avatar - The Last Airbender, How I Met Your Mother

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

Legião Urbana (from Brazil, of course/translation: Urban Legion), Clarice Falcão (a Brazilian singer) and A Banda Mais Bonita da Cidade (also from Brazil/ translation: The Most Beautiful Band in Town)

Favourite Books

The Book Thief, Zero and The Name of the Rose

Favourite Writers

Gabriel García Márquez, Vinícius de Moraes, Karina Iescheck (she's here on DA: kaahiescheck ) and Sir Arthur Conan Doyle

Favourite Games

Mario Bros.

Favourite Gaming Platform

Wii, my mobile phone, my computer

Tools of the Trade

pens, notebooks and my own, wide imagination

Other Interests

dancing, mostly, and listening to the rain falling outside

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Sep 19, 2014

The beauty

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What is in fact real beauty? Is it hidden in the air? Can it really be true, that beauty is in the eyes of those who see it? I don't really believe that sort of nonsense. Beauty is indeed everywhere. We simply choose not to see it, or more precisely not to recognize it. It is frowned upon, when something dreadful or confusing or simply plain is considered beautiful. However, not for me. I choose to see it in every corner. I choose not to be blind and to let myself be amazed by what the world has to offer me.

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AmeliadosSantos

May 30, 2013

After a loooooooong time, I'm back!

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Hey there. I'm really sorry for keeping deviantart away of my life for so long. I don't expect anyone to forgive me, but I'm back now. I'll try my best to catch up with everything that happened in my absence.

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Aug 20, 2012

Back from Heaven

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I'm just so freaking happy! Saturday night was the best night ever and I just felt like sharing with you guys. Actually, happiness doesn't really define what I'm feeling. It's more of a sublime sensation; I feel like I've reached nirvana and came back to Earth, so I'm still adapting to my daily life. (before somebody asks, I went to this party and I met the best boy in the world.) Feel free to say "so what?". I really don't care anymore.