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Caro Visitante, por que não gastar alguns segundos e criar uma Conta no Fórum Valinor? Desta forma, além de não ver este aviso novamente, poderá participar de nossa comunidade, inserir suas opiniões e sugestões, fazendo parte deste que é um maiores Fóruns de Discussão do Brasil! Aproveite e cadastre-se já!
(+ um teste) Que obra literária é você?
- Criador do tópico Anica
- Data de Criação
imported_Capitu
Usuário
Ai eu adoro esse teste.
Ah! Não dá certo para quem não está no Twitter, eu não consegui...
Ah! Não dá certo para quem não está no Twitter, eu não consegui...
imported_Ariane
Usuário
Que pena, eu tb não tenho Twitter.
imported_Amélie
Usuário
The Hound of the Baskervilles
Well, you might not exactly be Sherlock Holmes, but you wish you were... or at least you wish you were Watson. You love deciphering clues and being challenged by a mystery. You love the smell of danger and intrigue. You might even have a cocaine habbit.
Oh my... olha a última frase! :calado:
Well, you might not exactly be Sherlock Holmes, but you wish you were... or at least you wish you were Watson. You love deciphering clues and being challenged by a mystery. You love the smell of danger and intrigue. You might even have a cocaine habbit.
Oh my... olha a última frase! :calado:
imported_?
Usuário
O meu resultado deu:
Huckleberry Finn
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You are n adventurous old soul trapped in a child's body... and yet, still so innocent, despite all of your mischief. You yearn for a simpler time, for days riding down the river alone with your thoughts, left to contemplate the big world that lies all around you that you only concern yourself with when it's full of excitement. You live in a world that is full of rigid tradition, but hell, you don't care. Now, hush up and ride off in to the sunset, after all, it's a happy ending you're after.[/size]
É, acho que deu certo, eu sou assim mesmo.
Huckleberry Finn
[size=small]
You are n adventurous old soul trapped in a child's body... and yet, still so innocent, despite all of your mischief. You yearn for a simpler time, for days riding down the river alone with your thoughts, left to contemplate the big world that lies all around you that you only concern yourself with when it's full of excitement. You live in a world that is full of rigid tradition, but hell, you don't care. Now, hush up and ride off in to the sunset, after all, it's a happy ending you're after.[/size]
É, acho que deu certo, eu sou assim mesmo.
L
Liv
Visitante
Até engasguei aqui.
Quanta maldade!
Opa, Clover postou junto
imported_Rafaela
Usuário
o meu é Odisséia.
Bilbo Bolseiro
Bread and butter
Eu também não, por isso também não poderei fazer =/Ariane disse:Que pena, eu tb não tenho Twitter.
Pips
Old School.
Gravity's Rainbow
You live under the duress of a world that seems consumed by chaos. In the night sky, always you envision the coming comet, hurtling asteroid, V-2, Kamikaze, or whatever guise the end might take. Still, along the streets pass quotidian errands, life continues. How could it? Don't they realize the end is near? You realize, though the world around you is crumbling and eroding towards certain doom, somewhere in a meadow, perhaps very far away, a flower blooms.
You live under the duress of a world that seems consumed by chaos. In the night sky, always you envision the coming comet, hurtling asteroid, V-2, Kamikaze, or whatever guise the end might take. Still, along the streets pass quotidian errands, life continues. How could it? Don't they realize the end is near? You realize, though the world around you is crumbling and eroding towards certain doom, somewhere in a meadow, perhaps very far away, a flower blooms.
Lucas_Deschain
Biblionauta
Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep?
You wonder at the future. What will the world hold for us all? And what will consciousness mean if we as men can create it? What is divinity, humanity? What is anything, after all, if anything can be manufactured... We must preserve somehow, above all things, our sense of self, our identity. For without it, we are lost, like teardrops in the rain.
You wonder at the future. What will the world hold for us all? And what will consciousness mean if we as men can create it? What is divinity, humanity? What is anything, after all, if anything can be manufactured... We must preserve somehow, above all things, our sense of self, our identity. For without it, we are lost, like teardrops in the rain.
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