Tadashi-tsubasa

Miel continua desmaiado; estamos andando a um tempão (bem, as meninas estão andando né, eu vou flutuando ao lado delas); essa cordinha vermelha se arrastando pelo chão me deixa cada vez mais nervosa e o pior de tudo... não consigo sinal da rede humana para assistir aquele anime da menina das cartinhas! Pensando naquela cordinha vermelha eu tenho quase certeza de que já tivemos alguns casos no passado com coisas parecidas; ou será que é só impressão minha? Preciso rever o que eu já sei e ver se encontro em algum lugar na memória. Vamos ver, se eu acessar a área de comandos do HUD eu posso acessar o meu banco de dados (olha o das meninas está aqui; mas precisa de permissão de acesso, nem tentaria entrar escondida - que feio é pra quem faz isso...); vejamos, o dia que eu comecei nesse serviço, minha época deslocada aqui na Terra, o dia em que eu fui criada... ué, não me lembrava dessa lacuna toda aqui de dois mil anos atrás... o que será que aconteceu aqui? Acesso negado!? Mas a

Original em Português lá embaixo gente! Translated to English using Google Translator (spelling check is still missing) I couldn't fly much, although my wings were still strong enough to carry Yasu, I didn't have enough stamina. Yasu was kneeling over my back, gripping my shoulders for balance; while HInata and Elza were sitting in their hair as if they were sitting on a playground swings, though Si didn't like it moving in her hair, I know she was relieved that she could have helped her out of that mess from looking at her. backwards making sure we weren't being followed. I was doing my best though, even with the strength of the wings I didn't have much resistance, we needed to find a place to stop and organize the ideas. As I did not know much about Japan I depended on the directions Si gave me with her device but I was so tired that even talking while flying I could, more and more, I was lower.      -Look, I know this is not the time but I need to register these faces that you are

Original em Português lá embaixo gente! Translated to English using Google Translator (spelling check is still missing) Me and Si get ready with Yasu's help. I was not used to the size of this body yet and it seems that sometimes it does not respond to the things I want to do; such was the difficulty of getting my head through the collar of the shirt, oddly enough, at that time I was afraid. Si was loving the new clothes and was enjoying every moment. When Yasu was going to try to help her, she denied help; I wanted to alone. I also wanted to do it like her but every time I tried I could only curl myself further into the cloth. I remember when I felt that; I'm glad this time Yasu was there, Si was there, I wasn't alone and it comforted me a little. Seeing the joy of Him at that moment I managed to hold back the crying I was about to collapse; I wanted, I wanted ...      -Ready young master, quickly it's late and Mrs. Rodrigues is waiting for you in the dining room!      -Oh, I was

Original em Português lá em baixo! Translated to English (using Google translate - reviewed by me) The game was starting to get interesting and those figures in my car were turning out to be real; I started to lower my guard, it turns out that after so many people blackmailing me, manipulating... I could see in them sincerity and not just interest; I could see that something about me they wanted but had no direct relation to my possessions or the story I was living. If that diamond asks me to explain something, I believe I can trust them; At least a little credit I'll give them. Even my own mind played tricks on me at times; I'm tired of bathing and thinking I heard their voice coming through the lobby. At first I always stood by the doorway waiting for them to arrive, I couldn't believe what happened. But over time it only hurt me so I started going to the farthest rooms from the entrance, yet I could hear them.       Hideki stopped the car and came to open the car door for me. I

Translated to English: I was always a little fairy and no matter how hard I tried I could never stand out. Whenever I noticed my colleagues helping with the tasks I was amazed at how talented they were. I remember Violet, how the birds she taught were talented and every day the songs I listened to touched me so much that I always let the tears drip. That had been a chance that to be honest I didn't think I deserved it. No other fairy before had been requested for this opportunity; it was completely out of our midst. We did what is called backstage, but this was an opportunity to deal directly with the audience and I would be one of the stars of the show, so to speak. And I really wanted that opportunity; not to be seen, I wanted to do something right. Whatever they said a fairy could do, I couldn't and always messed up others by knocking things over or breaking others, and there I was again messing up like I always did, sheets of paper falling in the air, lying on the floor. I wanted

Translated to English: The black car rode elegantly down the road. Soon we had moved away from the airport and circled what looked like the field and what looked like sandbars scattered through the vegetation - why do humans make these changes? You probably should know what they mean.      The interior of the car was very neat and tidy, hard to see cars with seats turned that way; I was sitting in front of the woman - Hinata. The entire interior of the car was dark; the black leather seats, the car windows were darkened too, the upholstery, save for the white stitching of the pieces and some gold trim on the buttons and some accessories. The woman stared at the landscape without a word, I was being completely ignored at that moment. With the car heater, the jacket started to get too hot and so I put my shoulders out leaving only covering the lower parts. My wings took up most of the space but the small body gave some relief to the situation. She dared not ask what ailed her; I was

Translated to English: 03/10/2019 A few days after some demonic attacks. Willingness to end everything, at the same time with a fear of dying and an anxiety for the future that Jesus will not return until it happens. Today in particular, I found it strange that, despite opening myself to my mother, I did not feel better today. The day before, I go to bed and touch my knees again with anxiety and then lose them shortly thereafter, for I know that God is not pleased with those who murmur and who are anxious; even with Jesus saying he was here. When you play crying and this morning, you don't know if it's possible, but after hearing the devil better (it's so clueless that the times he gets his face that he's the one who speaks) - come to say that God doesn't exist again Killing yourself is my thing! Of course not; I don't want to die!) -Anyway, and arguing (?) with Jesus, I think (or was it my head?) someone said -ah, so I (Jesus) is not here? So ask soon to come pick you up. But the