FilipePVasconcelos

His name was Blake Baker, a good man, an Officer of the law. He was born some thirty years ago, in some whorehouse down the Harbor Street, his mother one of the ladies, his father a sailor. Baker never met his mother after his first day. Raised in an orphanage, more of a dormitory for the Robber Baron's present and future little workers. He  saw the Baron betraying his wife, the director laid down on her table. They saw him. Blake, the unfortunate, wrong place, wrong time, he didn't mean to pry. The Baron was never liked, yet, nobody would rise against him. "He's never gonna let us go!" they shout, the few of the kids who didn't lose their li

Oh, Estephania, I wonder how long I have been away. Was it long? I have these thoughts while walking to you, remembering the good times, far  before the mess started. You stand in front of me, smiling. After all this time, there is not much more face to do anything else. Well then, Good bye.

Meu nome é José, José Freitas Fernando Camelo de Freitas. Eu estive aqui nesta cidadezinha à sul de lugar nenhum por mais de 300 anos, ninguém parece ter notado, apesar de tudo. Eu nasci aqui mesmo, fui índio, Ia Ia era meu nome, um nome feminino, você pensa? Sim. Nunca disse que eu nasci humano, tampouco homem. Eu era uma caminhante de peles, metamorfa, se preferir, nunca iria imaginar que meu sangue me seria roubado... O anjo foi o monstro que eu fui ver naquele dia. Parecia interessante, um anjo, velho quando o mundo era novo. Os humanos o chamavam de "A serpente", ele não pareceu uma serpente q

“She came at me with those fearsome yellowish eyes the devil gave her, striking me with the fear... that fear. In my life only the old gods gave me that kind of fear, the ancient creatures born from the faith of a thousand miserable fools! The man in the woods, the man who took my mother, The good Old Pan. “Good” What a joke! It was the worst day in my life, he came at me with the shape of a man, so beautiful I could never, ever refuse his touch. Until that day no woman ever had struck me so deep and strongly. I asked myself what he was, how could he be mine, or I be his... I was mistaken, years have passed, and now, my own