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Blessings to everyone! I present to you the fifth initiative of the year Illustrating with Words developed by the community #justwrite inspired through a drawing, in which we invite you to write WHATEVER YOU LIKE through a very creative comment! IT HAPPENS! :
✅Dale reblog a este post
✅Comenta y etiqueta a un amigo invitando a participar.
✅También apoya el comentario que mas te guste a través de un voto, ¡Eso ayuda muchísimo a la hora de escoger un ganador! ¡Diviertete respondiendo los comentarios!.
Te invitamos a suscribirte en la comunidad #soloescribe y si quieres apoyarnos puedes delegarnos HP a la cuenta 
¿PREMIOS?
Además otorgaremos dos menciones especiales que ganarán Tokens LOH de la comunidad de damas cada uno.
Y si te inspiras para hacer un post ¡Adelante! ahí te dejo la imagen para que la uses como gustes.
El ganador será anunciado en el próximo post.
Ahora bien, en cuanto a la iniciativa anterior de comentarios inspirados a través de un dibujo estamos agradecidos, tuvimos un total de mas de 30 vistas, 21 reblogs y 49 comentarios y 1 post maravillosos inspirados en el arte, ¡Estamos agradecidos y muy contentos por cada participación, cada una muy creativa y genial porque realmente interpretaron muy bien lo que quería decir la obra!
¡ Y en especial gracias mil a nuestro querido 
El avión llegó exacto a la hora anunciada, yo estaba realmente agotado a pesar de la cantidad de opciones dentro de la nave para amortiguar la larga travesía.
Después de los trámites de rutina y solo con mi modesta maletica de viaje y mi Redmi 9a en ristre y al acecho, me dirigí a la puerta de salida del aeropuerto y mi primera sorpresa fue ver a aquella dama con una sonrisa amplia en los labios y un cartelito en la mano derecha que tenía rotulado con letra nerviosa.
"Santa Fe, soy Yemendt!".
Más sorpresa fue llegar al hostal y ver qué allí ya estaban en amena charla en el entrepatio: 
Pero además supe que en la mesa del fondo del salón estaban mi coterranea 
Una hora después ya estábamos todos por fin en el tan afamado carnaval de Río, y ante mis ojos desorbitados por tanta maravilla, la primera carroza llena de hermosas y exoticas bailarinas y...
Roxanaaa!!!.
Fue el grito que sin poder controlar salió estremecedor desde mi garganta. salí atropellando todo por delante hasta llegar y abrazar a la sorprendida muchacha.
Tres años desde aquella noche en la costa cuando ella partió en una balsa y yo decidí quedarme por no recuerdo cuantas razones
Ella reportada de desaparecidao por muerta.
Y yo dibujando su rostro en mi soledad.
Bendito carnaval de Rio y que bella mi bailarina!
@annafenixCarola veía pasar frente a sus ojos su mayor ilusión, ser parte del grupo de garotas que amenizaría el cierre de carnavales en su ciudad natal, pero no tenía un traje apropiado, el presupuesto del grupo de danzas no pudo apoyar ese año a las bailarinas y la condición para participar en la octavita, era que cada una de ellas costeara su indumentaria.
—¿De dónde iba a sacar dinero para comprar un traje así? Llevaba muchos detalles hacerlo, y tampoco tenía dinero suficiente para comprar materiales, — pensaba la chica para sus adentros.
Se concentró en lamentar su frustración bajo un árbol del parquecito cercano a la academia de danza, cuando una sombra a sus pies le hizo levantar la mirada. Allí estaba Daniel, su mejor amigo, quien desde muy niños le acompañaba en todas sus travesuras, y también en los buenos y malos momentos. Extendió su mano, y ella se levantó, la abrazó muy fuerte reparando gran parte de los pedacitos rotos dentro de ella, pero sus lágrimas seguían rodando por sus mejillas. Él le dijo:
— ¿Qué pasó, pequeña? ¿Dónde está mi valiente guerrera? ¡No todo está perdido, algo se nos ocurrirá!
— ¿Pero qué? Sólo quedan dos días y no hay nada qué hacer, no tengo traje. Después de haber ensayado este baile por tanto tiempo, la academia ahora nos dice que no puede financiar los trajes, —le decía Carola con la voz cortada por el llanto.
Ese mismo día, Daniel comenzó la tarea de hablarles a sus amigos y vecinos y les planteó la situación. Nadie podía ayudarlos a conseguir un traje, pero si podían intentar confeccionar uno. Todos revisaron cosas guardadas y juntaron lo que les podría servir para hacerle el traje a Carola, desde telas brillantes hasta adornos, fue una mágica recopilación de material reutilizable. Pasaron dos días escondidos en la casa de una vecina que era costurera, y Carola no tenía idea de lo que estaban haciendo.
El sábado en la mañana, decidió quedarse en la cama, no tenía ánimos de levantarse, pero Daniel fue a buscarla e insistió en que salieran un momento. Cuando la llevó a la casa donde habían estado esos últimos días, y Carola vio ante sus ojos un hermoso traje azul con lentejuelas, lloró de la emoción, no podía creerlo.
Todos los que colaboraron en aquel sueño, la acompañaron a la Octavita de Carnaval, y ella bailó tan emocionada que los aplausos se hicieron sentir. Pero lo que más sorprendió a todos fue el abrazo intenso que ella y Daniel se dieron, sellando aquel sentimiento con un beso en los labios que habían anhelado desde niños.😘
@sacra97Esta carupanera que tiene sabor y color, de curvas alineadas y con gran sabor. La bella Azuleida, baila y tongonea con mucho movimiento. Lo que todos no saben es que se escapó de su casa para bailar en el carnaval de Carupano a pesar de las advertencias de su padres.
Por allí vimos a su papá
Hoy la niña es la bailarina principal de la academia de baile de la hermosa ciudad de Carupano.
Bravo Azuleida eres una campeona nacional.
Buscamos hivers creativos que les guste dibujar, para cada semana tener una iniciativa con un arte diferente ¡Y que mejor que con tu dibujo! el tema puede ser como gustes, porque al fin y al cabo es tu arte: divertido, suspenso, drama...
Si estas interesado entonces hazmelo saber aquí en la caja de comentarios con tu valiosa participación, así voy escogiendo quien dibujará la semana que viene y así sucesivamente.
@aguamiel 
@lisfabian @florecitamejias @sacra97, 
@mafalda2018 , 
@sarix, @florecitamejias , 
@dorytagil2022 , 
@numa26 , 
@keila2002, 
@gpache , 
@pannavi, 
@ojsuarez2, 
@getheenspring , 
@marybellrg , 
@manclar, 
@tibaire 
@joalheal , 
@esbat, 
@emiliorios, 
@sayury , 
@leanpoqui, 
@mermarg , 
@beaescribe , 
@astrea , 
@amaponian ,
@darkfemme, 
@davidsantafe, 
@germanandradeg, @davidsantafe, 
@chacald.dcymt ,
@richjr, 
@kreuter2022,
@lecumberre, 
@cirangela , @sayury ,
@gastonrotta, 
@felpach y bienvenidos todos aquellos que que deseen participar.Agradecemos a nuestros aliados patrocinantes: 
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Newly resuming the drawings for you, here I bring you something a little different so that you can illustrate with words an excellent story, drama, comedy, suspense, whatever you want!
The best scenarios that your muse will recreate, Who is she?, What does she do, Where is she? The conditions you must meet are:
✅Reblog this post
✅Comment and tag a friend inviting them to participate.
✅Also support the comment you like the most through a vote. That helps a lot when choosing a winner! Have fun answering the comments!We invite you to subscribe to the #justwrite community and if you want to support us you can delegate HP to the account
PRIZES?
The winning comment will receive: 100 Ecency POINTS
We will also award two special mentions that will win LOH Tokens from the ladies community.
And if you are inspired to make a post, go ahead! Here I leave the image for you to use as you like.
The initiative will run from March 13 to March 20 at midnight, Venezuela time.
The winner will be announced in the next post.
TALKING ABOUT WINNERS...
Now, regarding the previous initiative of comments inspired through a drawing we are Grateful, we had a total of more than 30 views, 21 reblogs and 49 comments and 1 wonderful posts inspired by art. We are grateful and very happy for each participation, each one was very creative and great because they interpreted what I wanted to say very well the work!
THANK YOU ALL!
Thank you very much
The winner of the 100 ecency points with the most interaction in votes and comments corresponds to:
@DavidSantaFe
The plane arrived exactly at the announced time, I was really exhausted despite the amount of options inside the ship to cushion the long journey.After the routine formalities and with only my modest travel bag and my Redmi 9a at the ready and on the lookout, I headed for the exit door of the airport and my first surprise was to see that lady with a wide smile on her lips and a small sign in her right hand with a nervous handwriting that read.
Santa Fe, I am Yemendt!
More surprising was to arrive at the hostel and see that there were already there in the courtyard chatting:But I also knew that at the table at the back of the room were my coterranea
An hour later we were all finally at the famous Rio carnival, and before my eyes were filled with wonder, the first float full of beautiful and exotic dancers and...*
Roxanaaa!!!...I was the scream that without being able to control came out shuddering from my throat. I ran out running over everything in front of me until I reached and embraced the surprised girl.
Three years since that night on the shore when she left on a raft and I decided to stay for I can't remember how many reasons
♪ She was reported missing or dead. ♪
♪ And me drawing her face in my loneliness. ♪
Now the winners of the two LOH tokens, one of them goes to:
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When she woke up, with her eyes swollen from crying, Gladiola saw herself walking in the middle of that sentimentally ruined forest, where perhaps the vegetation was lush but the streams that bordered it were filled with tears as salty as the sea. I could see long paths of stones as dark and hard as hate, and a great variety of trees and flowers adorned the valley, but above it, I could see a countless number of hearts floating in the air like souls in pain, some full of thorns. , others bleeding, and many crying, that's why the streams remained full. They were hearts broken by suffering.
How could she allow herself to get there? Her shell was so fragile that she could not prevent the pain from penetrating her soul, and that night she fractured everything inside her, leaving the fragments of her heart scattered. It seemed complicated to repair, but not impossible, she told herself over and over again. And now that she was there, surrounded by all those still beating hearts as aching as hers, she couldn't believe how vulnerable we were to the wounds caused by heartbreak. , betrayal, disenchantment, disillusionment, and disappointment. They were powerful executioners without mercy who focused on a sharp sword that pierced the most radiant and beautiful flower. It was the birth of love in flower, mortally wounded with no chance of emerging unscathed.
But she had to do something, she still had enough strength to overcome that acute pain, and help all those hearts to recover. It wasn't too late for them, nor for her either. They had to heal for a new opportunity to love. Thus, one day she proposed it to him, and little by little he removed the sword from the center of the flower, and healed her wounds with all the tenderness that lived in her to see a new flower bloom with petals as soft and delicate as her first love. Little by little, her hearts began to fill with colors, they stopped bleeding and crying, and they smiled again. That would no longer be a valley full of pain but would become a beautiful place where from that moment on hope would reign.
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Carola saw her greatest dream pass before her eyes, being part of the group of garotas that would liven up the closing of carnivals in her hometown, but she did not have an appropriate costume, the budget of the dance group could not support the dancers that year and The condition to participate in the octavite was that each of them pay for their own clothing.
—Where was she going to get money to buy a suit like that? It took a lot of detail to do it, and she didn't have enough money to buy materials either, —the girl thought to herself.
She was concentrating on lamenting her frustration under a tree in the little park near the dance academy, when a shadow at her feet made her look up. There was Daniel, her best friend, who from a very young age accompanied her in all her pranks, and also in the good and bad times. He extended his hand to her, and she stood up, hugged her very tightly, repairing most of the broken pieces inside her, but her tears continued to roll down her cheeks. He told her:
—What happened, little one? Where is my brave warrior? All is not lost, something will occur to us!
- But what? There are only two days left and there is nothing to do, I don't have a suit. After having rehearsed this dance for so long, the academy now tells us that it cannot finance the costumes,” Carola told him, her voice cut by tears.That same day, Daniel began the task of talking to his friends and neighbors and presented the situation to them. No one could help them get a suit, but they could try to make one. Everyone looked through saved things and gathered what they could use to make Carola's costume, from shiny fabrics to decorations, it was a magical compilation of reusable material. They spent two days hiding in the house of a neighbor who was a seamstress, and Carola had no idea what they were doing.
On Saturday morning, she decided to stay in bed, she didn't feel like getting up, but Daniel went to look for her and insisted that they go out for a moment. When he took her to the house where they had been those last few days, and Carola saw before her eyes a beautiful blue dress with sequins, she cried with emotion, she couldn't believe it.
All those who collaborated in that dream accompanied her to the Carnival Octavita, and she danced so excited that her applause was felt. But what surprised everyone most was the intense hug that she and Daniel gave each other, sealing that feeling with a kiss on the lips that they had longed for since they were children.
Do you like to draw? Then this is with you!
We are looking for creative hivers who like to draw, for each week to have an initiative with a different art. And what better than with your drawing? The theme can be whatever you like because, at the end of the day, it is your art: fun, suspense, drama...
you are interested then let me know here in the comments box with your valuable participation, so I can choose who will draw next week and so on.
Reiterating the invitations to those who have actively participated:
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We thank our sponsoring allies: #Ecency,
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