Historias de Confessioni

This is a totally conceived story: and it wants to highlight what can happen to each of us, when you have relations with perjurers. Who, like some characters, takes an oath on the coffin of a loved one, pledges his conscience and his honor; and in doing so, he promises to fulfill the obligations assumed, and to maintain behaviors of solidarity between brothers, linked to memory, until the end. The protagonist will behave like this; but they will not, three of the brothers who swore with him; they had no faith..., and over time they ruined his existence. At the beginning of the story, the protagonist, Francesco Studiante, and his brothers, are young people, and nothing else. First with one and then with the other two, together, Francesco will have to deal with for many years; the ravenous selfishness, however, aroused by the enormous amount of money earned through lucky ventures, made the three forget how much they made him hope. With daring behaviors, the three, in turn, and throughout the story, carry out evil and fraudulent actions: setting up false pretexts and non-existent motivations, but with extraordinary effectiveness, on the soul of a good man like Francesco. Towards an honest man, the wicked always begin by deceiving him with false promises, and showing him the utmost consideration, but they already have in mind, properly concocted, a diabolical plan: aimed at deceiving his good faith. And they succeed. Loyal people never receive any credit in life, but they can look in the mirror without spitting in their faces. The three, did they pretend to swear? To Francesco..., the doubt remains. Will time give him the right answers?

E una storia d'amore e complicazioni e follia e delusionidelusioni

"Ho messo via un bel po' di cose ma non mi spiego mai perchè io non riesca a metter via te." - Ligabue Non so se il target designato sia il più adatto. Non so che genere di libro verrà fuori.

Cosa suscita in noi l'odore della pioggia? Pace ,serenità e cambiamento. Ogni qual volta che una goccia sfiora il mio corpo,sento un fuoco nel mio petto,un fuoco che solo lui è riuscito a darmi dopo un tempo infinito!

Non è un libro, non è una fanfiction... sono solo io che confido alla mia tastiera i miei pensieri, nulla più di un semplice taccuino rovinato in cui racchiudere le mie emozioni. Un diario segreto che di pubblico dominio, un banale modo di lasciare fluire le emozioni quando realizzi che nessuno è pronto ad accoglierle. Benvenuti nella mia mente. -JustMe

Un modo come un altro per tirare fuori quello che mi porto dentro ogni giorno