Here I leave this gift into a story, but the day of Halloween itself that Christmas Eve. This en Portuguese, pero creo which entiendes.
at midnight
lovers united in a deep embrace. The mist was to weave his mantle around the city like a spider web. That was undoubtedly the most beautiful night.
From the tower of the church saw as the graves beneath the mist disappeared. The cemintério was all in white, contrasting with the sky all black. If I were the moon, would be the only observer.
The Owls, began to lift the flight search it winds little mouse. Your hovered became confused with the sound of the bell.
However, the wind sounded weak, like you do not want to sift bother.
this time lovers puderiam thought to be that way all night. When the sound of the bell went off one minute after twelve, lovers separated without you are sure to meet again. But then the night would not be more beautiful.
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