That Sunday after the Cultural Turn I stayed at home. My mother begins to wonder about my long stays in the city, since she didn't do that much. However, I saw that she was more relaxed in knowing that the children were all at home.
At night, as usual, I couldn't sleep, and that worried me because I had to wake up early on Monday to update the site. My only company was being TV, and I noticed a big change in the question of watching TV: It was as if I were watching the cameras, the director, the production, everything back there that I couldn't reach in the eyes of those who saw the TV. I couldn't just watch TV anymore, I watched everything: camera movement, lighting, script ... The monotonous programs on Sunday were over and it was going to be one in the morning. The films that were shown there were even worse.
Everything in the house was silent. I left the sound of the TV in silent mode. I went to the bookcase and got some books. My room was small, but there I felt that I had everything I needed. It had a single bed against the wall where the entrance door was made of oak. Next to the bed was a small dresser where I kept my clothes and on top was a pot with pens and pencils, a glass piece and three decorative candles, and on that side of the wall was the window. At the other end of the wall was the bookcase with the so-called books and on the side was a door that gave access to the bathroom. I went to the wall next to the bookcase and sat on the wooden floor the same reddish color as the bedroom entrance door. Beside me I put a small lamp without its dome, letting out the dim lamp that let my shadow on the wall slowly flicker. I opened the book, but just browse. I picked up another book, but I also couldn't read it. I took a thick encyclopedia of arts, which I read something, but I also left out. I took several books and encyclopedias and the ones I was not going to read anymore made a pile on my left side. I took another voluminous encyclopedia, this time from personalities, I also didn't read it much and left it, but this time on my right side. And I took others that I no longer read and were already forming a new tower, but this time on my right side. At that time of night I was very hungry, and I always brought some food to the room. In front of me, on the floor, the box of sugary biscuits was already empty and I had left it lying. While flipping through the books, I ate bread with dulce de leche, which was also left by my side when I didn't want more. It made me want to eat something salty and I went to get a Cup Noodles. When I came back and sat on the floor in the same place, I picked up an encyclopedia of films. This one I still took and read more things. When I was well focused and my leg, which at that moment in a yogic position, started to go numb, I slightly stretched what hit the glass of noodle spilling it on the woody floor. Hell, I said softly. But that didn't bother me much and I continued to watch the film encyclopedia. When I was well focused and my leg, which at that moment in a yogic position, started to go numb, I slightly stretched what hit the glass of noodle spilling it on the woody floor. Hell, I said softly. But that didn't bother me much and I continued to watch the film encyclopedia. When I was well focused and my leg, which at that moment in a yogic position, started to go numb, I slightly stretched what hit the glass of noodle spilling it on the woody floor. Hell, I said softly. But that didn't bother me much and I continued to watch the film encyclopedia.
It was going to be three in the morning and no sleep. I knew that what I was doing interfered so he wouldn't show up. The Corujão TV Session was about to begin. Good films were shown in that session. At least for me. I downloaded the encyclopedia and looked at the TV that was still in silent mode to see what movie was going to be shown this time. The vignette announced that the film was about to begin. The first scene showed that I did not know the story and did not pass his name on the bottom. From the format of the script and the scenes, I soon realized that it was a French film, which cheered me up, as I love watching these types of scripts even more in owl sessions. When the caption at the bottom of the screen showed the name of the film, I gave a little start, leaving the book aside. In the caption it announced that he was called "The Best Friend". I went to bed and got the remote to put volume on the TV. The dubbing was disgusting. The film tells the story of an antiques dealer named Françoes Coste, played by actor Frances Daniel Auteuil, who receives a challenge from the people of his work and socializing: in a few days he would have to introduce them to his best friend. The problem is that he had no friends, what would he say about a best friend. Your desperate search for a friendship caught me. He tried anyway to get close to someone, but in vain. Until he meets Dany Boon, a taxi driver, who intends to help him find his new best friend. What they don't realize, in the course of history, is that they are becoming good friends. The film tells the story of an antiques dealer named Françoes Coste, played by actor Frances Daniel Auteuil, who receives a challenge from the people of his work and socializing: in a few days he would have to introduce them to his best friend. The problem is that he had no friends, what would he say about a best friend. Your desperate search for a friendship caught me. He tried anyway to get close to someone, but in vain. Until he meets Dany Boon, a taxi driver, who intends to help him find his new best friend. What they don't realize, in the course of history, is that they are becoming good friends. The film tells the story of an antiques dealer named Françoes Coste, played by actor Frances Daniel Auteuil, who receives a challenge from the people of his work and socializing: in a few days he would have to introduce them to his best friend. The problem is that he had no friends, what would he say about a best friend. Your desperate search for a friendship caught me. He tried anyway to get close to someone, but in vain. Until he meets Dany Boon, a taxi driver, who intends to help him find his new best friend. What they don't realize, in the course of history, is that they are becoming good friends. what would you say of a best friend. Your desperate search for a friendship caught me. He tried anyway to get close to someone, but in vain. Until he meets Dany Boon, a taxi driver, who intends to help him find his new best friend. What they don't realize, in the course of history, is that they are becoming good friends. what would you say of a best friend. Your desperate search for a friendship caught me. He tried anyway to get close to someone, but in vain. Until he meets Dany Boon, a taxi driver, who intends to help him find his new best friend. What they don't realize, in the course of history, is that they are becoming good friends.
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The Adam Boy
General FictionAdam is a young man who realizes that he lives alone. Concerned about this, he finds old friends and even improves his relationship with his family, but he realizes that it is not as easy as he thought. But that's not all: Adam is living hell in his...