Wet tales

Roberta Valente She felt exhausted; the day had been hard, but her thoughts wouldn't stop. She kept thinking about the previous day. She met him at a café, as they had arranged. His eyes were watery, tears streaming slowly down his face. She thought about not commenting on what she saw, but it was impossible to pretend not to see. She realized he preferred not to speak, only to remain silent, so she fell silent. That's how they stayed for the entire time they were there until

Roberta Valente Valentina woke up sweating, her skin covered in goosebumps, her breath ragged. As on every other night, she had dreamt of Rogério. He was always present in her thoughts, leaving her nights disturbed. She would wake up sweating, trembling, and her heart racing with each appearance of him. This night was no different: he appeared at her door in the early morning, wearing shorts and a t-shirt. She saw his silhouette in the glass of the door; she didn't need to op

Sister Danna Before continuing, I need to explain a typically Hungarian custom. At Christmas time, the tree is decorated not only with colorful balls and various ornaments, but also with candies wrapped in shiny paper called 'szaloncukor', or, translated, parlor candies. Cylindrical, covered in bittersweet chocolate and about the size of my little finger, these come with various fillings: marzipan, cherry, apricot, almonds, and are divinely delicious. You'll soon understand w

Roberta Valente Marcelo was a man who enjoyed life. He loved challenges. He had studied his whole life and was now at the peak of his career as a delegate in an important police division. At 45, he was a handsome and elegant man. He had been dating Valentina for 5 years. He was happy! Valentina was beautiful, intelligent, and charming. She attracted attention wherever she went. However, something was missing that Marcelo couldn't explain. He felt incomplete, he just didn't