Historias de Dente

The world around me is grey. Always shades of grey. From nearly white, to almost black. Sometimes I scratch my hands just to see other colors, pinks and purples. Sometimes I scratch out letters. But I don't know what they mean. Once upon a time I think I was a normal human being. But I think, after all the therapy and tests and injections. I think whatever made me human has been distorted so much mentally that I have become something else altogether. At least, that's what they say.

Um Menino Acaba quebrando seu dente ao cair na rua...mas o inesperável acontece

Alberto passou pelo porteiro do prédio hoje e não o cumprimentou. Será que era só birra, como a mãe dele disse?

A Fada do Dente