El batallón enemigo se acercó, con la intención de rematar a cualquier sobreviviente, pero siquiera había alguien que respirara. –“¡Chicos!... Pude hablar con dios. ¡Que dolor! ¡Fue un horror!” –“Me parte el corazón preguntar, pero...¿Qué te dijo?” –“Que no soy bienvenido…” Todos los muertos bajo los pies de los vivos rieron pues perfectamente entendieron el comentario.

Una vez me hicieron creer que estaba en el suelo, pero alguien me demostró que el suelo no está echo para los Dioses. Desaparecí, y aprendí que no existe persona en La Tierra capaz de juzgarme. Nadie tiene el derecho de decirte que hacer o como sentirte. Atrévete a tomar las desiciones de tu vida, no dejes que las tomen por ti y te guíen por un camino que tal vez no deseas. Recuerda…la Paciencia es una de las mayores virtudes de la vida, pocos entienden, pocos la practican y consigo…el FRACASO.

Vi el terror en su rostro, las lágrimas en sus ojos, la sangre en sus labios, incluso pude notar el dolor en su alma... Sufría porque no era capaz de entender que mi mayor fantasía era observar cómo se comía un pedazo de mí. —Si yo pude amputarme la pierna, tú puedes comerla.

-Vante, ¿qué hacen estas botellas aquí? -Es la nueva remesa de dolor, mamá. -Eso ya lo veo, pero ¿por qué están aquí en medio? -la bruja tomó aire de golpe-. ¡Y junto a la caja de terrores! ¡Te he dicho que esos dos se mantienen separados mientras no se usen! ¡¿Es que quieres destruir la tienda?! Vante se guardó una cajita de terror nocturno en el bolsillo mientras su madre recogía el desastre. -En eso estaba hasta que llegaste... Al menos tendría un amigo esa noche para jugar.

con los ojos llenos de lágrimas me di cuenta que yo mismo destruí lo que tanto esfuerzo me había costado construir. tuve que alejarme y hacerme a la idea de que tenía que olvidarla.

Patiently, happily, a builder planned to build a bridge to his love as a symbol of winning her heart and love. Sweat and tears, cuts on his feet, due to the rough terrain, and splinters from the bushes he went through tussles, diminishing his efforts to gain her heart and seal her love for eternity. So he went above and beyond to build a bridge, a bridge to her heart. Endurance and romance, his persistent and resistance, provided him with the proper tools to win her back.

Patiently, happily, a builder planned to build a bridge to his love as a symbol of winning her heart and love. Sweat and tears, cuts on his feet, due to the rough terrain, and splinters from the bushes he went through tussles, diminishing his efforts to gain her heart and seal her love for eternity. So he went above and beyond to build a bridge, a bridge to her heart. Endurance and romance, his persistent and resistance, provided him with the proper tools to win her back.

¿Puedo irme?, quiero irme, tan lejos como se pueda. Quisiera perderme en un bosque y que mi soledad me acompañe, dejar de tenerle miedo a ese hermoso manto azul que con sus oleajes transmiten todo tipo de sentimientos, poder undirme en él y dejar que haga su voluntad. Quisiera irme a un mundo en el cual pueda ser suficiente y sin reclamos. Quiero ir a un lugar en el cual todo este bien y las pequeñas perlas ya no caigan de las esquinas de mis ojos. ¿Podemos ir?, quiero ir.

I was told that in the early 1800s writers spent time together and the result did marvelous works. They suggested a topic and had a night or weekend to write about it and present their work to the rest. Who would like to get into such experience. Instead of a topic we could choose a genre like suspense/romance. We all get together once a month and write a short story and we publish it together in the form of a book of short stories with many writers. Who is interested? Tell me what you think 🤔

I was told that in the early 1800s writers spent time together and the result did marvelous works. They suggested a topic and had a night or weekend to write about it and present their work to the rest. Who would like to get into such experience. Instead of a topic we could choose a genre like suspense/romance. We all get together once a month and write a short story and we publish it together in the form of a book of short stories with many writers. Who is interested? Tell me what you think 🤔

Ela arriscou tudo. E apesar do que falaram, que não poderiam, que não dariam certo.. ela fez acontecer! E mesmo com as manhãs repetidas.. ela estava disposta. Tornou-se sua memória esquecida.. Tornou-se seus olhos.. Tornou-se uma luz na escuridão.. O guiou em sua confusão diária, E o amou imensamente. E mesmo quando sua luz queimou, ela providenciou um pequeno farol para iluminar seu caminho em segurança. Com todos os contras, ela deu a ele o que precisava para vencer a luta do esquecimento..

Ela arriscou tudo. E apesar do que falaram, que não poderiam, que não dariam certo.. ela fez acontecer! E mesmo com as manhãs repetidas.. ela estava disposta. Tornou-se sua memória esquecida.. Tornou-se seus olhos.. Tornou-se uma luz na escuridão.. O guiou em sua confusão diária, E o amou imensamente. E mesmo quando sua luz queimou, ela providenciou um pequeno farol para iluminar seu caminho em segurança. Com todos os contras, ela deu a ele o que precisava para vencer a luta do esquecimento..

Toda manhã era a mesma pra ele.. Confusa.. lembretes por todo o quarto.. E mesmo sem ter as lembranças do dia anterior, sempre se apaixona por aquele mesmo sorriso. Sua mente falha, o faz esquecer E apesar de não lembrar dela a cada novo dia.. seu corpo sente o efeito do amor.. Um suco de cenoura.. Um aroma cítrico.. Um perfume familiar.. Uma música.. Ele não se lembra.. Mas, seu coração  sempre deseja ama-la. E a amou.. mesmo que do seu jeito esquecido, ele a amou.

Suffering is not holding you. You are holding suffering. When you become good at the art of letting sufferings go, then you’ll come to realize how unnecessary it was for you to drag those burdens around with you. You’ll see that no one else other than you was responsible. The truth is that existence wants your life to become a festival.

I want to forget you, so I could forgive you. The passion of a beast; left out, past, feelings that drifted away. Long gone, stowed if they may, They are; now, already sad, Inclusive and mad, They already took Myself out of the hook. Thirsty, aching, My soul practically insisting, Ecstasy; no more imagined, Solitude, minding, persuaded, Murmuring in my ear Starting to fear. Finished, I haven't been able to Delivered, already rejected. Tired, oppressed, Oblivion; my resolution, Gone and offend

I want to forget you, so I could forgive you. The passion of a beast; left out, past, feelings that drifted away. Long gone, stowed if they may, They are; now, already sad, Inclusive and mad, They already took Myself out of the hook. Thirsty, aching, My soul practically insisting, Ecstasy; no more imagined, Solitude, minding, persuaded, Murmuring in my ear Starting to fear. Finished, I haven't been able to Delivered, already rejected. Tired, oppressed, Oblivion; my resolution, Gone and offend

Cae la noche de Las campanadas del ayer Ya es invierno

Primera Puerta: Mirar Atrás. Me encontraba en aquel pasillo donde nunca había estado antes. Una voz resonaba en vez en cuando en mi cabeza, dandome señales que no entendía. Luego entonces miré hacia atrás y vi un hermoso puente de piedra y al querer dirigirme hacia aquel lugar, algo me agarró fuertemente. Entonces luego volvió a aparecer esos rayos azules que, me envolvieron cual regalo de cumpleaños y volví al mismo sitio de antes, donde todo comenzó. PRIMERA PUERTA: MIRAR AL PASADO.

how could i let him go? how could i how could i how could i how could i

When the Rapture came, no one knew, because no one was taken.

Dan me abraçou forte e beijou-me a testa. Prometera voltar logo, que era só uma questão de tempo. Pegou sua mochila e seu rifle e se juntou aos outros soldados. Fiquei na varanda, vendo-o se afastar. Foi a última vez que o vi. Dois meses depois, recebi uma carta. Dan tinha morrido em Gettysburg, lutando pela União. Disseram que foi um herói, que salvou a vida de muitos companheiros. Nada disso me consolou. Chorei até não ter mais lágrimas. Só pedi a Deus que ele estivesse num lugar melhor.

If I could travel through time, I’d make this different. If I could travel through time, I’d change the world. If I could travel through time, I would know it all. If I could travel through time, I would spend every moment, never ready for what’s gonna happen next.

“Stevie, you leaving?” “Stay, hotshot. Drink with us.” Steve smiled apologetically and disappeared. A little later, he sat at an old diner. “Look who's here!” “Hello, Margaret.” “Steve, I heard. Congratulations!” “It's nothing.” “Starving?” “Yep!” “You're all the rage, you know?” “Pssh, exaggerations.” “Well, I am proud of you.” “...Thank you.” “Thought you'd be at one of those fancy restaurants.” “I like it here better.” “Really?” “Yes. You know me.”

The words are powerful, It can create and destroy onces life, you never know what the other person felt when you say things without thinking. It can hurt them or make them happy. You say things with your family, friends and your partner without thinking, especially when you are angry, It make the bond to break between them, it may hurt you as well as the other party. There is an old saying that "Be careful with your words. Once they are said, they can be only forgiven, not forgotten."