Uma casa é feita de tijolo e pedra. Um lar é feito apenas de amor.
All over again the same story, same plot, same actor, only the actress who was once outra.Mais would I interpret this part that gave me life, knowing by heart every line, every act, every gesture, but yet again reassembled the theater of love.
Author whose fate and disillusionment toward open my heart, which was closed after more than a part failure, little did I know that this would be a retired ultima.Depois, everything that was old was taken especially for this new old operation, the stage is set, the expectation of a new opening, lights on, opened the curtains ... and the silence took care of everything .. the public who witnessed the greatest love story of all time ... it would not venho.O humor, romance, adventure ... the most finished of all tragedies .. And for lack of atuação.as curtains closed, the lights went out ... came not the applause did not come .. the laughs do not come kiss .. .. .. nothing was staged in fact there was never a theater, there was never a scene .. just because the actress failed to appear .. and sitting and was the only actor that life continues to give the same role ... without at least give a happy ending ..