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... fachada oscura devolvía la luz de los faroles. Los árboles retorcidos proyectaban sombras deformes, figuras espectrales que parecían moverse con vida propia. #Dbuzz #MiniHistoria #terror #Spanish

... peores miedos: caras familiares distorsionadas, recuerdos olvidados que vuelven a atormentarme. La pesadilla no ha terminado; solo se ha disfrazado de realidad #Terror #Pesadillas #Demonios #MiniHistoria

Solo, encerrado en mi propio ser, con el alma hecha pedazos, sin esperanzas, como si mi cuerpo y alma se hubiesen separado me pude ver caminando como un vagabundo sin rumbo alguno, sentía que lo había

For half a century he had caricatured Spanish social life with his inimitable style. His last vignette: "This flaccid political year is irreparable. In 2014 he visited the editorial office of '20

el cuarto centenario de la muerte del escritor Miguel de cervantes se cumple El viernes 22 de abril del 2018 "Cada uno es como Dios lo hizo, y aún peor muchas veces" (Don Quijote de la Mancha,

Our most famous writer is really a stranger, even his birth date doubts his biographers. It is believed that at age 19, already settled in Madrid, wanted to enter to serve as secretary of a noble house

For years it was speculated that the titans of literature were the same person. It is not possible to verify that Cervantes heard about his English contemporary. View and download the special 'IV centenary

Me siento en la penumbra y no sé si pueda salir de esto. Necesito que me rescates, lucha por favor, no me abandones en esta oscuridad que me consume. Veo una luz, pero no sé si seas tú; dime que viniste,

What is the apocalyptic clock? This clock is also known as the final judgment which a few days ago caused a great scandal, after it was reported that it had been advanced The so-called clock of the apocalypse

After that, I went back to see my relatives, and my girlfriend, but at that moment they were very sad, I tried to approach them and ask them what happened but I simply could not, when I managed to get

Cuando la muerte nos llama nadie está a salvo, hasta que ella te reclama, pero que pasa cuando te reclama de la forma más dolorosa que puede existir y sin ser aun tu tiempo de partir… Les contare como