It's been a while lol, my writing projects changed a lot.

So first I decided to make a poetry book with all the poems I wrote, it has three parts:

Part 1: happy poem, so like friendship, love...

Part 2: the poems about the animals

Part 3: the sad poem, triggering?, sad, sensitive topics

Then onto books:

I started writing a book called Astraea, that basically is set in a different world. Everone has powers based on their birth planet. The main character, Ophenia, born under Neptune, is in her second year in the Astraeus Academy of Magick, a school for the elite. Sudeenly, some people lose their powers, but the info stays somewhat secret. The principal decides to make a team of students to figure out what is happening.

The official description is:

" A student at the astraeus academy of magic suddenly lost his powers. Then a second one, and a third. The school is determined to figure out the reason behind the disparition of their magic, and creates a made up team of the best students, to solve the mystery. But a girl, ophenia, believes she can be helpful, and soon joins in. Our team, now completed, will look above and beyond, to figure out where the magic is going, and how to get it back"

It's a YA fantasy, with magic, friendship, love?, mysteries and plot twists-

I have currently two full chapter and im working on the third.

I also am still working on the musical even tho I did put it aside.

I have 5 songs completed and one in the making, but sadly I don't have any music talent and can't make the music, not the instrumental, and bc of that we can't sing a demo version.

Soo yeah that's pretty much it

If anyone is interested in any of those, to have more informations, help, support or share your thoughts, feel free to reblog or comment.

Se minhas mãos

T’approcher de moi,

c’est comme un papillon tournant autour d’une flamme..

séduisant, fatal.

Tu as regardé mes lèvres bouger

mais tu as oublié d’écouter mes mots.

Oui, tu vois mon feu...

mais peux-tu porter mon âme ?

Peau contre peau ?

Pourquoi ne pas plonger plus profond..

te noyer dans les courants de mon esprit ?

Je te vois perdu dans mon physique,

mais aimer ma poésie...

serait bien plus électrique.

Alors…

tu veux brûler en moi ?

Il faut d’abord te laisser engloutir par moi.

Mais attention…

tous ceux qui plongent

Que ce poème puisse répandre l'espoir,

Que chaque mot soit un doux miroir,

Pour refléter un monde de paix et de douceur,

Samedi matin, les rues pleurent.

À vrai dire, je pleure aussi.

Je tente d’effacer les preuves de la veille,

Ces preuves qui me rappellent que rien n’est éternel.

J’avance à pas rompu dans ce boulevard qui se réveille,

Me demandant, je lève la tête :

« Les nuages sont-ils témoins de ce que vomit la Seine ? »

Puis soudain, je me rappelle;