FLIRT TIME

CHAPTER I: ON TIME

Author: Luís Augusto Lé 

English version ( translation: http://translate.google.com.br/ )

The weather is really angry. When the sun is not hot, it's burning storm. What time disconcerting! Maybe I'll buy a “suspicious device” to give away the time.

Speaking of time, what time is it? Ten minutes to midnight. Here's another confusing time. As not enough time (atmospheric states), looks at the time (measuring the duration of phenomena) to control my life with your light seconds! This time also needed a “suspicious device”. It's so annoying that accelerates its pace just to the contrary. Want proof?

 "It was Saturday. I was facing the only nightclub in town. As the only meeting point of Brodowskianas nights, several people transiting the sidewalk, darting from one side to another, spending time waiting for the club to open. I eagerly waited for my friend Graziela. We had agreed to go to prom that night. She had not appeared. Suddenly, bumped into my left shoulder a joke of girl using a set of black shorts, a navy blue blouse mine and a lipstick maddening. Fascinating! It was prom night. It would certainly be the best night of my life: of appointment, perfume imported from Paraguay and new shirt. That's cold! That cold! Who would expect that it rained that night a sky full of stars? It started to drizzle. Was increasing, raising a storm and collapsed. That unpredictable weather! He was raining at that moment? Bad luck, the consolation would be accepted by someone who did not have the same luck. Were forty-five minutes of suffering in anticipation. My countenance shone with hope strengthened. The rain subsided, leaving only the reflection of night lights and a few droplets to curl in the puddles. What time was it? I looked at the clock: the digital display marked half-past midnight. Why the concern with time? The dance had just begun. Actually, for me, the dance was over. My friend did not show up. At exactly two o'clock in the morning I went away sad because she did not fulfill its commitment. 'Excuse me, Leo. The weather was the only culprit. It rained like hell ... 'well, my friend apologized the next day. "

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Like this? And how are you? Every start seems boring. Over time you get used to and ends up identifying with certain situations.

I would like to join your reading. For centuries, few authors enable readers engage with their friends. I'm having some problems and you are the person that will help me overcome all barriers narrated by the author of this book boring - that created me to be your guinea pig. A revolt!

Continuing with our cordial dialogue (not always that a fictional character can break the barrier of the imaginary world to talk to someone real) once again beg for your help. Keep reading, cheering for me, helping me overcome obstacles in my teens, being that shoulder ever present friend in difficult times.

At that moment, you must be a little confused, maybe not understanding my supplication. I ask you to keep reading, even if you're thinking this early narrative very boring. I promise to be an exciting journey through the valley of the imagination. In the case of a shy character is good to go preparing a package of disposable tissues. Clearly I will suffer greatly at the hands of the writer.

If you can get to the end of the story I promise to give you a shot of caramel. Promise of fictitious people. Agreed?

 Past, Present and Future

 Our life is moved parallel to the chronological time. It is he who controls our commitments, who confronts us in this trap of past, present and future. The time is insurmountable unpredictable and can be compared with the wind. Although quantum physics has shown that matter can occupy rather more than two spaces simultaneously in parallel universes.