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    Eternally yours: when one lifetime is not enough # 2

    Story written on June 19, 2008 by Braz.
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    Bette found instigating the tattooed glass and naturally let her wetted right hand landed at the perfect mark against the horizon.The second Bette rested her hand over the mark, a tsunami of thoughts invaded and bended over her body. Her left hand covered her chest and her knees gave up instantaneously. She opened her eyes and watched far ahead scenes of other lives, of other centuries.

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    And my Saraswati, my woman, possess, in this lifetime, a name. She´is Christina Kennard. Yes, you, Christina. Let me tell you, my love, that I write because I want to guarantee the story of this journey. I need you to know what happened and what could or would happen, and, because of the smell of tragedy that I still have consciousness of, even if I can’t say again the reason, I am writing to you, dear, this diary. The diary of my search, filled with my thoughts and hopes.

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    I promise. I won’t be prolix.

     

    I was kind of lonely. A lonely child. You just can’t imagine how freak out people get when they presence one of my nightmares or if they were confronted with my “weird” behavior. This means I sensed things. Bad things, Good things. No matter what or how or when: I sensed things.

    It’s was enough to be the school’s “Carrie”. Too much of "Audrey Rose" to their happy, normal homes and children… Too much things they could not explain or understand.

    But, I guess that it was not only my fortune taller side that scared them. They also call me “weird” because I told them things from my heart. I exposed myself. And this is also a sin to the one’s who always taught how to hide thoughts from the heart.

    Well, I mean, you know how news can fly… Soon I was labeled as a freak and that was enough to make people got far away from me. But what could I do? I learned that we should respect our senses and I could prove later, my parents were completely right. You should pay attention to what the universe is telling you, what your soul would whisper to your ears.

    Anyway, I went to school, but I wasn’t exactly the popular. Well, like most of us all, actually. That gave me time to get educated: languages, music, and art in general.

    My parents, sister and our friends always made me feel special, I’ve had a great, educated, multiracial, opened family with friends that taught me how different people could experience each little thing. With so much love and knowledge, that people gently gave me, I became strong.

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    3. I make you blush? No, you by far make me blush more when you call me a master. I write among writer’s from all backgrounds, creative levels, and life experiences. I am no more worthy of any other person who offers a piece of their imagination up, but I thank you none the less, for your opinion and high regard. The story is amazing. I often feel I say the same things over and over, for what else can be said when something is incredibly perfect? I agree with Beach, in that you write in a way which the reader can actually “feel” in a unique way, a blending of fiction with reality. Perfecto! xoxo

    4. Braz, so glad that you are back but sorry to hear about your pc and the last chapters of your other stories. I am really in awe of this particular story and like it very much!!

    7. Well, I’m figuring Bette and Tina are reincarnated lovers (and I will be patient as to what sexes they were and what period it is from). Now I’m racking my brain trying to figure out who the evil one has been reincarnated to. Really good story…you have me hooked…and the way you write it produces an eerie feeling when you read it.

    9. Hi, Braz! *waving frantically* We’re here! Gosh! So much going on! Shall write a longer email. We feel better! Thanks for your concern, dearest friend. As for the story, this is just breathtaking, Braz. We are always amazed by the way you let the characters roll on the scenes and you guide us thru all the images being unfolded. Wow! This is a story of depth and how souls may be bonded to last forever. Thanks for sharing it with us, dear friend. PPS Big and tight hugs for you and tender kisses on both your cheeks. XoXoxo Lucero & Marsha (Latin JC’s Salsa Aunties) PPS Glad you got rid of the computer corps. Hahaha. It was about time! Having a VW, while handling RR info just doesn’t match, sweetie!

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