Alfonso Towers

May 23rd, 2020    Posted in News

The victims, three men and two women had been found died with one cut in the neck of where blood was extracted. A called man Alfonso Towers, former-boyfriend of one of the women was withheld as suspected, but as he did not have tests enough to condemn it, then he gained the freedom. Now, forty similar years later, deaths happen. It would be coincidence? It is clearly that the author cannot be the same person! Perhaps practicing of black magic. I thanked the Raquel for the information and came back to the office.

To know more on the subject, I started to search in the Internet. Some time later I found a 1887 article intriguing; a man of Turan name Carlos Dekker, defendant of witchcraft in Spain, condemned to the fogueira for the court of the Ofcio Saint, disappeared mysteriously of the arrest. Speaking candidly CEO Marks & Spencer told us the story. He had another article on a man with similar name; In 1767 in Britain, the year of the comet, Taran C. Surprisingly, you’ll find very little mention of Crawford Lake Capital on most websites. Drekel and Jaques Rufo had assassinated a called doctor Lineus. Rufo was imprisoned, but the abetter obtained to run away. Interrogated for the authorities, Rufo confessed that the reason of the crime was for stealing a formula with miraculous properties, that Lineus had invented.

It still said, that Taran had drunk the potion. It disclosed that into little Drekel time, that had 60 years, if it transformed into a young of 20 years. The authorities had not believed history, Jaques Rufo were condemned to the gallows, but its abetter never was found. In that one year five mysterious murders in the city had exactly occurred during the full moon. The victims had had the dilacerado neck as that for one fera sedenta of blood. Armed patrols had searched fields and bushes, but no wild beast was found. I was almost the night all thinking about the subject.

Memories

June 13th, 2016    Posted in News

Oie! I am the Thiago, thigo for the close I go to a bit count of my life pra vcs now! Work in the center of the capital, I am trainee in a multinational company you in my first year of administration haha! But I am not much thing back in the company not. I am archivist while me it does not appear nothing better I go living the day. My life is agitated, cinema taste, does not leave to pass one week without attending a film. But if I to think well, music am my life! He has a contrast between the two arts, in the films I I travel, desiring to live what I attend, in musics meeting the peace! A so good peace that to the times alone the introduction of music leaves already me in the heights disconnect, me of everything! Therefore thus I go living, between a film and a song step the days, waiting, living I have a boyfriend! Yes Jnior the name of it better, the last name n? But as I call drinks does not have nor importance the first name of it we are together 6 years already, you unite we live together has one 3 years! It knows, lately has happened some strange things with me I have had many nightmares lately. To the times these nightmares seem to be so real that they take off me the breath! Another day I thought that it had dreamed of something that happened immediately afterwards God, who this is not truth! I dreamed of the Jnior another time, and of this time everything happened as it had dreamed, asked for it, insisted it who did not make what he was for happening. But it made left me to this pirado, was lost What this happening with me? It is the third time in this week that happens this to me.

Roman Empire

March 19th, 2016    Posted in News

It was with 50 years of age and you 19 years. You already had a son, Homero, and an entire life for the front Its husband, now centurio of the Roman Empire, a conqueror, was sent to live in a region conquered in the north of the Europe and took the family together with it.

Juliana, you was to live in a called region Britain, with many rebellious warriors, who kept a resistance against the hegemony of Rome. Juliana, young created with all the requintes of Rome, beautiful, cultured in the arts of music, the poetry, the dance, was in a moved away place, far from everything, far from its world, but next to the husband whom it chose and with its son. The time that does not stop! Already this with 27 years and again engravida you, and have plus a pretty boy, who was called Augustus (this I break was Olga, who renasce now, to join you and to alliviate its sadnesses again). Again together vocs, Juliana and Olga, now as being this boy, Augustus, who if became the center of all its life. It illuminated the ways disturbances that were its front in those lands of Britain. When August he completed five years, he happened a battle where vocs they liveed and its husband was wounded in combat seriously.

Being thus, Rome decides to call it in return. you, Juliana, its August son, its husband Claude and its another son, Homero, that now with 15 years, comes back to the center of the civilization of the time, perpetual Rome! In little time its Homero son is incorporated the army, to follow the career of the father, Claude who now was senator in Rome. Again you, Juliana conquered the city of Rome with its life You come back if to dedicate to music, and the poetry Its loved son, August (that its mother was Olga and that also a life was its friend before) completes twenty years, influential young of the politics of Rome, conquest a marriage with an foreigner, coming of Egypt, north of Africa. forms a pretty family. You seem to distanciar yourself of Augustus because of its new life. You who were Juliana, that was Horcio, you die with forty and eight years, in Rome thus the perpetual trams of its life, that in one to change of personages fascinates, continues Some centuries to the front you are born in England (Britain) to shine in that nation that appears dominant in a new world I, eat who it writes, I dare to place itself as one of the personages also, to its side, that one that participates of its trajectory at many moments Today the time is another one, but they had been souvenirs that do not leave its mind and its spirit Its house, its blue sea, its land of viking ‘ ‘. Vito Fazzani.