El estupor de la señora tornó en sonrisa al comprobar con alivio que no se había dejado la llave dentro al cerrar la puerta. Su sonrisa iluminó fugazmente el rictus del niño, que decidió ser sincero con sus padres respecto al suspenso recién recibido. Sonrió con confianza. El taxista pudo comparar su gesto de disgusto en el retrovisor con la sonrisa del niño que se acercaba. “Hay vida más allá de un cliente que se marcha sin pagar”, se dijo sonriendo. A ti que esto lees y sonríes: sonrío.
8 March 03, 2021, 15:40 0Estaba orgulloso: sus granjas eran las más productivas de la zona y sus productos Premium superaban con creces a los de la competencia. La cosecha había sido muchísimo más provechosa de lo que esperaba, definitivamente había acertado con la decisión de dejar al ganado a cargo del planeta durante los últimos 3000 años terrestres. Casi 8 billones de cabezas. ¡Fantástico!
12 October 01, 2020, 03:05 3Habría hecho lo que fuera para que te quedaras, pero ya no tengo fuerzas. Cuando levantaste la cabeza y me miraste con tristeza supe que nuestros caminos eran distintos. Suspiré y te dije adiós en otro idioma, para que te acercaras y preguntaras qué había dicho, pero sonreíste y corriste a una dirección opuesta a mí. #nohayhashtags.
10 April 08, 2020, 19:42 11Pues poner tus valores , virtudes , experiencias, pensamientos, y dudas en todo lo que deseas con esa persona , siempre ser claro , ser directo , sutilmente fría tocando la verdad el mejor de todos los valores , darle tiempo al tiempo y realmente darte a conocer lo más bello que te brinda el día a día , tan solo tienes que tomarlo , enfrentarlo , y pasarlo ; por último olvidarlo , pero nunca a quien te dio luz en la oscuridad
2 April 12, 2023, 06:10 0i couldn't resist and fell inside 'IT' 'where...am i?' *** 'this kingdom is called Krystal' *** 'you...you are not human...' *** 'i'm sorry for what happend. i promise i'll fix it' *** 'I DON'T WANT TO REGRESS AGAIN, NEVER AGAIN JUST...just don't go...' *** genre: thriller, action, comdey. read it on my profile if you like the story many thanks...
6 November 08, 2023, 04:24 0Tenho impressão de já ter escutado esse nome; Doce como o mais puro mel; Solto como uma folha de outono; Lindo como o sorriso de que ele pertence. A garota que carrega esse nome; Está longe dos olhares de todos; Pois para sua proteção; Foi presa em um coração perturbado. Queria eu poder ouvir sua voz; Mas ela é tão fechada, Quanto o mais precioso cofre. Quem diria que sua primeira palavra, Seria um pedido de ajuda; Uma alma acorrentada, Clamando para ser salva. ☪️ Sobre minha personagem ☪️
2 May 03, 2023, 12:28 0J’ai publié le nouveau chapitre qui parle de l’étage 2 . Et oui il est minuit… Mon collaborateur hésite pour la création de plusieurs histoires dont : - un ado qui fugue - une histoire au lycée - un mec qui explore et survie dans la dimension EVD. Dites en commentaire quelle histoire vous plairez le plus
5 August 19, 2023, 22:23 0CAPÍTULO I Ino estava feliz de voltar para casa, mesmo não tendo muito poder de escolha sobre isso. Hinata se casaria com Naruto, e era seu dever de amiga estar presente no azo – ou foi o que Sakura martelou em sua cabeça em todas as ligações que trocaram – então, a loira havia tirado licença do trabalho, arrumado as malas e partido para Konoha.
2 April 28, 2020, 02:11 0Los jóvenes de hoy deberían entender que no siempre van a ser el personaje protagónico en la historia de los demás. Entender que podrías llegar a ser ese Doble de Riesgo, quién más se sacrifica porque el principal no sufra daño y esté bien. Cada paso que des es tu propia cinta; tú eres el protagonista, quién pone las reglas en tu producción y dirección. No te preocupes, siendo el papel secundario, seguro aprendiste a siempre ser el primario.
7 August 27, 2022, 19:28 6¿Has pensado como se desarrolla el mundo? ¿Has observado a las personas que caminan por las calles o van en el transporte público? ¿No te has preguntado en que piensan, que historias cuentan, que secretos callan y que sentimientos reprimen? Considera que todas las personas son protagonistas de sus vidas, así como nosotros somos protagonistas de la nuestra. Cada quien vive su vida a su antojo, cada quien ve a los demás como extras, pero dales un poco de protagonismo y mira como se unde la tuya.
5 July 23, 2022, 02:47 0Mi madre me dijo: ¿Qué te sucede, hijo? Te portas distinto. Hablas incoherencias, escribes cosas que asustan. Ayer agrediste a tu novia. Si supiera que era una vampira que todas las noches me chupaba la sangre, lo tengo grabado. Son pocos con el don de verlos. Tuve que matar a los vecinos de al frente, eran espías, unos seres deformes, las personas que oculta la élite. Nadie me cree, es contagioso al acercarse. —Está distraído y solo, señor. —Hay que capturarlo, equipo, es adicto de la Ebet 13.
6 September 20, 2023, 02:35 3Mi madre me dijo: ¿Qué te sucede, hijo? Te portas distinto. Hablas incoherencias, escribes cosas que asustan. Ayer agrediste a tu novia. Si supiera que era una vampira que todas las noches me chupaba la sangre, lo tengo grabado. Son pocos con el don de verlos. Tuve que matar a los vecinos de al frente, eran espías, unos seres deformes, las personas que oculta la élite. Nadie me cree, es contagioso al acercarse. —Está distraído y solo, señor. —Hay que capturarlo, equipo, es adicto de la Ebet 13.
6 September 20, 2023, 02:35 3Mi madre me dijo: ¿Qué te sucede, hijo? Te portas distinto. Hablas incoherencias, escribes cosas que asustan. Ayer agrediste a tu novia. Si supiera que era una vampira que todas las noches me chupaba la sangre, lo tengo grabado. Son pocos con el don de verlos. Tuve que matar a los vecinos de al frente, eran espías, unos seres deformes, las personas que oculta la élite. Nadie me cree, es contagioso al acercarse. —Está distraído y solo, señor. —Hay que capturarlo, equipo, es adicto de la Ebet 13.
6 September 20, 2023, 02:35 3Conocerte fue como comenzar una serie en la quinta temporada... ...Necesito preguntarte continuamente cosas de las temporadas pasadas, tus experiencias, vivencias, errores y decisiones, para poder entender porque éste personaje, que quiero y amo con el corazón, hace las cosas que hace. Pero no me importa porque ¡eres la mejor serie que he visto! El protagonista principal de mi historia.
3 August 22, 2022, 21:28 0La luz de la luna entraba por la ventana y el café,estaba frío.Tambaleándose entró en la habitación cual huracán,dejándose caer sobre la silla rojo como un tomate. Encendió tras varios intentos la pantalla, comenzando a escribir con violencia y furia, siguiendo a musas ciegas.Luego se quedó mirando en blanco la pantalla durante diez minutos, apagando finalmente el ordenador entre balbuceos inconexos y dejando la habitación para quedarse dormido vestido sobre la cama.La obra tendrá que esperar.
1 August 06, 2019, 09:08 0The scattering of bones can tell a story. Not this story; but the story of whether a storm is coming, or what direction to travel. For a 17 year old solitary druidess, orphaned from a slain empire, they could tell whether she'd have enough food to eat tonight. Fragments of deer bones skittered across a circle drawn in the dirt. She tossed back her red hair and pressed her lips together. Fresh boar tonight, but also, the danger of a bear loomed. She mounted her steed to track her prey.
9 July 17, 2023, 16:28 0The scattering of bones can tell a story. Not this story; but the story of whether a storm is coming, or what direction to travel. For a 17 year old solitary druidess, orphaned from a slain empire, they could tell whether she'd have enough food to eat tonight. Fragments of deer bones skittered across a circle drawn in the dirt. She tossed back her red hair and pressed her lips together. Fresh boar tonight, but also, the danger of a bear loomed. She mounted her steed to track her prey.
9 July 17, 2023, 16:28 0The scattering of bones can tell a story. Not this story; but the story of whether a storm is coming, or what direction to travel. For a 17 year old solitary druidess, orphaned from a slain empire, they could tell whether she'd have enough food to eat tonight. Fragments of deer bones skittered across a circle drawn in the dirt. She tossed back her red hair and pressed her lips together. Fresh boar tonight, but also, the danger of a bear loomed. She mounted her steed to track her prey.
9 July 17, 2023, 16:28 0The scattering of bones can tell a story. Not this story; but the story of whether a storm is coming, or what direction to travel. For a 17 year old solitary druidess, orphaned from a slain empire, they could tell whether she'd have enough food to eat tonight. Fragments of deer bones skittered across a circle drawn in the dirt. She tossed back her red hair and pressed her lips together. Fresh boar tonight, but also, the danger of a bear loomed. She mounted her steed to track her prey.
9 July 17, 2023, 16:28 0The scattering of bones can tell a story. Not this story; but the story of whether a storm is coming, or what direction to travel. For a 17 year old solitary druidess, orphaned from a slain empire, they could tell whether she'd have enough food to eat tonight. Fragments of deer bones skittered across a circle drawn in the dirt. She tossed back her red hair and pressed her lips together. Fresh boar tonight, but also, the danger of a bear loomed. She mounted her steed to track her prey.
9 July 17, 2023, 16:28 0The scattering of bones can tell a story. Not this story; but the story of whether a storm is coming, or what direction to travel. For a 17 year old solitary druidess, orphaned from a slain empire, they could tell whether she'd have enough food to eat tonight. Fragments of deer bones skittered across a circle drawn in the dirt. She tossed back her red hair and pressed her lips together. Fresh boar tonight, but also, the danger of a bear loomed. She mounted her steed to track her prey.
9 July 17, 2023, 16:28 0The scattering of bones can tell a story. Not this story; but the story of whether a storm is coming, or what direction to travel. For a 17 year old solitary druidess, orphaned from a slain empire, they could tell whether she'd have enough food to eat tonight. Fragments of deer bones skittered across a circle drawn in the dirt. She tossed back her red hair and pressed her lips together. Fresh boar tonight, but also, the danger of a bear loomed. She mounted her steed to track her prey.
9 July 17, 2023, 16:28 0The scattering of bones can tell a story. Not this story; but the story of whether a storm is coming, or what direction to travel. For a 17 year old solitary druidess, orphaned from a slain empire, they could tell whether she'd have enough food to eat tonight. Fragments of deer bones skittered across a circle drawn in the dirt. She tossed back her red hair and pressed her lips together. Fresh boar tonight, but also, the danger of a bear loomed. She mounted her steed to track her prey.
9 July 17, 2023, 16:28 0The scattering of bones can tell a story. Not this story; but the story of whether a storm is coming, or what direction to travel. For a 17 year old solitary druidess, orphaned from a slain empire, they could tell whether she'd have enough food to eat tonight. Fragments of deer bones skittered across a circle drawn in the dirt. She tossed back her red hair and pressed her lips together. Fresh boar tonight, but also, the danger of a bear loomed. She mounted her steed to track her prey.
9 July 17, 2023, 16:28 0The scattering of bones can tell a story. Not this story; but the story of whether a storm is coming, or what direction to travel. For a 17 year old solitary druidess, orphaned from a slain empire, they could tell whether she'd have enough food to eat tonight. Fragments of deer bones skittered across a circle drawn in the dirt. She tossed back her red hair and pressed her lips together. Fresh boar tonight, but also, the danger of a bear loomed. She mounted her steed to track her prey.
9 July 17, 2023, 16:28 0The scattering of bones can tell a story. Not this story; but the story of whether a storm is coming, or what direction to travel. For a 17 year old solitary druidess, orphaned from a slain empire, they could tell whether she'd have enough food to eat tonight. Fragments of deer bones skittered across a circle drawn in the dirt. She tossed back her red hair and pressed her lips together. Fresh boar tonight, but also, the danger of a bear loomed. She mounted her steed to track her prey.
9 July 17, 2023, 16:28 0The scattering of bones can tell a story. Not this story; but the story of whether a storm is coming, or what direction to travel. For a 17 year old solitary druidess, orphaned from a slain empire, they could tell whether she'd have enough food to eat tonight. Fragments of deer bones skittered across a circle drawn in the dirt. She tossed back her red hair and pressed her lips together. Fresh boar tonight, but also, the danger of a bear loomed. She mounted her steed to track her prey.
9 July 17, 2023, 16:28 0The scattering of bones can tell a story. Not this story; but the story of whether a storm is coming, or what direction to travel. For a 17 year old solitary druidess, orphaned from a slain empire, they could tell whether she'd have enough food to eat tonight. Fragments of deer bones skittered across a circle drawn in the dirt. She tossed back her red hair and pressed her lips together. Fresh boar tonight, but also, the danger of a bear loomed. She mounted her steed to track her prey.
9 July 17, 2023, 16:28 0The scattering of bones can tell a story. Not this story; but the story of whether a storm is coming, or what direction to travel. For a 17 year old solitary druidess, orphaned from a slain empire, they could tell whether she'd have enough food to eat tonight. Fragments of deer bones skittered across a circle drawn in the dirt. She tossed back her red hair and pressed her lips together. Fresh boar tonight, but also, the danger of a bear loomed. She mounted her steed to track her prey.
9 July 17, 2023, 16:28 0The scattering of bones can tell a story. Not this story; but the story of whether a storm is coming, or what direction to travel. For a 17 year old solitary druidess, orphaned from a slain empire, they could tell whether she'd have enough food to eat tonight. Fragments of deer bones skittered across a circle drawn in the dirt. She tossed back her red hair and pressed her lips together. Fresh boar tonight, but also, the danger of a bear loomed. She mounted her steed to track her prey.
9 July 17, 2023, 16:28 0The scattering of bones can tell a story. Not this story; but the story of whether a storm is coming, or what direction to travel. For a 17 year old solitary druidess, orphaned from a slain empire, they could tell whether she'd have enough food to eat tonight. Fragments of deer bones skittered across a circle drawn in the dirt. She tossed back her red hair and pressed her lips together. Fresh boar tonight, but also, the danger of a bear loomed. She mounted her steed to track her prey.
9 July 17, 2023, 16:28 0The scattering of bones can tell a story. Not this story; but the story of whether a storm is coming, or what direction to travel. For a 17 year old solitary druidess, orphaned from a slain empire, they could tell whether she'd have enough food to eat tonight. Fragments of deer bones skittered across a circle drawn in the dirt. She tossed back her red hair and pressed her lips together. Fresh boar tonight, but also, the danger of a bear loomed. She mounted her steed to track her prey.
9 July 17, 2023, 16:28 0The scattering of bones can tell a story. Not this story; but the story of whether a storm is coming, or what direction to travel. For a 17 year old solitary druidess, orphaned from a slain empire, they could tell whether she'd have enough food to eat tonight. Fragments of deer bones skittered across a circle drawn in the dirt. She tossed back her red hair and pressed her lips together. Fresh boar tonight, but also, the danger of a bear loomed. She mounted her steed to track her prey.
9 July 17, 2023, 16:28 0The scattering of bones can tell a story. Not this story; but the story of whether a storm is coming, or what direction to travel. For a 17 year old solitary druidess, orphaned from a slain empire, they could tell whether she'd have enough food to eat tonight. Fragments of deer bones skittered across a circle drawn in the dirt. She tossed back her red hair and pressed her lips together. Fresh boar tonight, but also, the danger of a bear loomed. She mounted her steed to track her prey.
9 July 17, 2023, 16:28 0The scattering of bones can tell a story. Not this story; but the story of whether a storm is coming, or what direction to travel. For a 17 year old solitary druidess, orphaned from a slain empire, they could tell whether she'd have enough food to eat tonight. Fragments of deer bones skittered across a circle drawn in the dirt. She tossed back her red hair and pressed her lips together. Fresh boar tonight, but also, the danger of a bear loomed. She mounted her steed to track her prey.
9 July 17, 2023, 16:28 0The scattering of bones can tell a story. Not this story; but the story of whether a storm is coming, or what direction to travel. For a 17 year old solitary druidess, orphaned from a slain empire, they could tell whether she'd have enough food to eat tonight. Fragments of deer bones skittered across a circle drawn in the dirt. She tossed back her red hair and pressed her lips together. Fresh boar tonight, but also, the danger of a bear loomed. She mounted her steed to track her prey.
9 July 17, 2023, 16:28 0The scattering of bones can tell a story. Not this story; but the story of whether a storm is coming, or what direction to travel. For a 17 year old solitary druidess, orphaned from a slain empire, they could tell whether she'd have enough food to eat tonight. Fragments of deer bones skittered across a circle drawn in the dirt. She tossed back her red hair and pressed her lips together. Fresh boar tonight, but also, the danger of a bear loomed. She mounted her steed to track her prey.
9 July 17, 2023, 16:28 0The scattering of bones can tell a story. Not this story; but the story of whether a storm is coming, or what direction to travel. For a 17 year old solitary druidess, orphaned from a slain empire, they could tell whether she'd have enough food to eat tonight. Fragments of deer bones skittered across a circle drawn in the dirt. She tossed back her red hair and pressed her lips together. Fresh boar tonight, but also, the danger of a bear loomed. She mounted her steed to track her prey.
9 July 17, 2023, 16:28 0The scattering of bones can tell a story. Not this story; but the story of whether a storm is coming, or what direction to travel. For a 17 year old solitary druidess, orphaned from a slain empire, they could tell whether she'd have enough food to eat tonight. Fragments of deer bones skittered across a circle drawn in the dirt. She tossed back her red hair and pressed her lips together. Fresh boar tonight, but also, the danger of a bear loomed. She mounted her steed to track her prey.
9 July 17, 2023, 16:28 0The scattering of bones can tell a story. Not this story; but the story of whether a storm is coming, or what direction to travel. For a 17 year old solitary druidess, orphaned from a slain empire, they could tell whether she'd have enough food to eat tonight. Fragments of deer bones skittered across a circle drawn in the dirt. She tossed back her red hair and pressed her lips together. Fresh boar tonight, but also, the danger of a bear loomed. She mounted her steed to track her prey.
9 July 17, 2023, 16:28 0I feel your resentments, your frustration, yes your anger too… But I don't feel it with you like a partner is supposed to… You throw it all at me like a house collapsing on my head! Everything that is bothering you crushes me dead… Everyday I feel the weight as it gets even harder to take, harder to breathe, I don't know how you live this way with all that rage? I am on my knees held hostage in your anger cage… RJW
3 January 26, 2022, 15:04 0Ser el personaje protagonista era su gran desafio, muy pronto debió aprender guión tras guión para poder demostrar lo buena que era en la actuación. Cada dia frente al espejo ensayaba sus expresiones . A veces lloraba otras reía, se burlaba o gritaba por el dolor. Despues de 50 años los guiones y el protagonico seguia siendo de ella, entendio que la vida era su pelicula mas importante, y aquella gran película tendría todos los generos literarios.
7 July 24, 2023, 06:04 3En la silente Ciudad de los Encantamientos, una oscuridad latente crecía desde las profundidades. La Iglesia de Rell, una misteriosa organización que prometía vida eterna en la penumbra, estaba liderada por Madre. Sus seguidores la reverenciaban con devoción. Madre se movía entre las sombras con elegancia, su cabello plateado relucía bajo la luna. Cicatrices doradas en su piel eran como antiguos secretos inscritos en su ser.
4 September 09, 2023, 15:43 0El dia jueves 11 de febrero de 2022, salí de mi casa como es constumbre, ya que todos los días voy a la universidad, mientras iba de camino al centro histórico iba pensando en el texto asignado para la clase de estética. Mientras iba teniendo pensamientos reflexionados sobre estetica conocí a un europeo nórdico, un vikingo, llamado Jeppe, el cual también descubri que estudiaba filosofía en su país . Lo conocí en la Plaza José Fernández de Madrid 300 metros antes de llegar a la universidad..!
1 March 23, 2022, 02:36 0Alice walked down the dark alley, not knowing where it led to. She stopped to look around. "My mother is not going to be very happy if she ever found out I came down here." she thought as she shivered. She continued walking, and noticed a few guys staring at her every move. Suddenly, she found herself surrounded by a group of gangster guys who looked as if they hadn't eaten in days.
2 May 28, 2023, 20:05 0Will be posting my first psychological thriller today. So stay tuned!
7 December 13, 2023, 02:18 0Completamente relaxada na cadeira, Ebony exclama: "Tu fez um paraíso, aqui!" "Pode vir sempre que der vontade. Meu jardim está aberto a todos que sabem apreciar as flores." "Eu posso dar uma volta nele sozinha?" "Claro. Vou até fechar a porta dos fundos, para você chorar à vontade." "Como advinhou que era isso que eu ia fazer?" "Porque eu mesmo faço isso, quando quero regar o lado de dentro do jardim."
9 September 05, 2023, 11:09 12Falo às outras sensações viventes fora de mim. Alguém aí sentiu a mudança de estação no ar? O cheiro do outono é inconfundível e nostálgico. Ele me passa a impressão de estarmos imersos em uma lembrança perene, vendo o tempo todo fantasias na idade das coisas, desde o hálito terroso do húmus ao brilho sonâmbulo das horas; até a própria textura dos objetos parece despertar sombras de histórias envelhecidas.
3 March 23, 2023, 14:04 3Tendo um pedacinho de chão vestido de verde, não peço mais nada. Com a sombra das árvores no coração Tenho noite, manhã e madrugada. Só quero de musgo coberto o vão Onde meus pés nus se firmam, Decorando meu modesto salão. Quero as belas jóias que rimam Com a natureza do coração. Quero o báculo, o pixídio e a noz. São meu tesouro e a diversão Que selo no peito a sete nós. Quero o cheiro da estação Que eterniza meu viver; As sete estações que são As texturas do meu ser.
10 September 07, 2023, 12:26 3Tendo um pedacinho de chão vestido de verde, não peço mais nada. Com a sombra das árvores no coração Tenho noite, manhã e madrugada. Só quero de musgo coberto o vão Onde meus pés nus se firmam, Decorando meu modesto salão. Quero as belas jóias que rimam Com a natureza do coração. Quero o báculo, o pixídio e a noz. São meu tesouro e a diversão Que selo no peito a sete nós. Quero o cheiro da estação Que eterniza meu viver; As sete estações que são As texturas do meu ser.
10 September 07, 2023, 12:26 3La única palabra que encuentro para definirme se llama; "amor propio". Con esa palabra puedo instalarme en donde yo quiera y como yo quiera. Puedo pararme en donde sea y como sienta necesario. No permito que nadie más dicte mi destino pues mi destino no depende de otra persona. Soy la dueña de mi vida, de mi caminar, de mis decisiones y emociones. Un día como hoy lo celebro con el amor del mundo pues el único amor que no me abandonará es el mío propio, de eso no tengo ni la menor duda.
5 February 14, 2023, 17:57 3De niño me enseñaron a golpear, a robar y mentir. Todos me decían que era muy joven para enamorarme. Todos me decían que: "las mujeres son todas iguales". Todos me decían que debía tener mínimo cinco mujeres "en mi poder"... Ahora, nadie puede calmar mi sed de sangre.
3 July 25, 2022, 18:50 0Amar sin ninguna condición es el enclave y en que permanece la historia de amor de nuestros protagonistas: Madison una joven con talentos gastronómicos y en el baile, que es dedicada en todo, conoce de forma inesperada a Louis un joven con discapacidad visual de nacimiento, que ha superado sus limitaciones, desarrollando sus otros sentidos y llevando una vida lo más plenamente posible, sin frustración o sentimientos de inferioridad, gracias a la música y a la docencia, de todo esto, ambos compar
4 September 03, 2023, 03:24 0The stars have never made me feel small. Billions of blinking bright lights. More stars than there were leaves on earth, blowing in the wind. I always wondered, How could they make a person feel little? Or why? The stars never made me feel small. But— When I saw those people — Strangers — sitting at the edge of their deck, knees pressed up against their chest? When I saw them chatting, their dog playing at a not-so-far-away distance trustingly ignored? I certainly feel smaller now.
11 August 06, 2023, 01:55 0"If I kill you, I'll have to kill your boyfriend too. Then I'll be all over the news." "You deserve it." The woman gives me a hard look and slaps me again, something I'm accustomed to now. It doesn't hurt anymore. "If you're not going to let me out of here, get it over with." She smiles at me and stares into my eyes, narrowing her own. "You're just as stupid as you look, aren't you?" I glare at her. "I have other plans for you." "What does that mean?" "You'll see. Soon enough."
5 June 09, 2023, 06:18 1Asenchando lentamente ,y con astusia en un determinado momento el daño provoco, en algunos casos la muerte los alcanza en otros ,las secuelas quedan ,sin darnos cuenta esa vivora disfrasada destila su veneno que pude destruir el alma. El ser que eras renace diferente para evitar que su veneno no lo alcanze nuevamente.
4 February 05, 2021, 14:45 1Bajo la guirnalda de un sol de vapor, Antonio; encontraba las cartas que había escrito su madre. Poco antes de morir, alcanzó a leer las primeras líneas de una: "Nunca más, Antonio, nunca más. En vida, nunca más. Felipe conservó el secreto, ahora es tu turno".
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