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Hidden Rain Trails Rain is the language of the sky's secrets that entrust prayers to the rustling of leaves to unravel the dust in the earth's bosom and whisper secrets to the waiting roots. Each drop

Source &nbxp; Of course I should have known, but the fire consumed me, dancing in his arms, every moment was agony. Even my bones burned, lost in his embrace, the echo of her laughter was a song, a

Source   I love you, because you came into my life, like light that awakens the morning, bringing new illusions, like whispers of the early moon. Teaching my tired heart, already tired of so much loving,

Source   I'm thinking of you in the twilight of the dark night, without moonlight I search for you in shadows, in madness, the hours slip away, vanish, vanish, and in each heartbeat, your eagerness whispers.

Source   Your gaze is a transparent path that guides my steps with sweetness, a thousand reasons emerge, evident, to think of you, my eternal haste. Like a subtle breeze, enveloping, that caresses my being

Source   Fate, wise and mysterious put you on my path, beautiful love. It wasn't chance or the whim of the wind, it was the universe creating the moment. The stars wove a new path, and in the dance of

Source   In silence I love you, with all my soul, you are my thought, my light, my melody. To give you illusions, a passionate love, unique and true, forever by your side. If you could understand the most

Source   When you smile, you kill my sadness, the shadows dissipate, the light begins, a ray of sunshine in the storm, a song of birds that the soul breathes. With your gaze, you hypnotise the wind, weaving

Source   I want to tell you, love, in this silent hour, that if tomorrow you stop loving me, I will leave your side without reproach, with a serene soul, with no rancour to weigh me down. The shadows of

Source   If one day my journey is to the beyond, fear not, my dear, I will always be by your side, like a gentle whisper in the wind, like the warmth that never leaves. In the echoes of the night, you

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ESPAÑOL No puedo dejar de anotarme en el nuevo reto literario que tiene el hispaliterio en el mes de las madres, es así como traigo una historia que nos muestra hasta donde es capaz de llegar por un hijo,

FANTASÍA EN LA CASA DE LAS HORMIGAS DE MI JARDIN Imagen cortesía del concurso En un jardín de la vida me puse observarlo detalladamente y noté que había un volcancito de tierra de eso que hacen las hormigas

Esta es mi entrada al concurso @hispaliterario promovido por las comunidades Writing Club @celf.magazine @es-literatos This is my entry to the @hispaliterario contest promoted by the Writing Club

Esta es mi entrada al concurso @hispaliterario promovido por las comunidades Writing Club @celf.magazine @es-literatos This is my entry to the @hispaliterario contest promoted by the Writing Club

Esta es mi entrada al concurso @hispaliterario promovido por las comunidades Writing Club @hispaplus @celf.magazine @es-literatos This is my entry to the @hispaliterario contest promoted by the Writing

Esta es mi entrada al concurso @hispaliterario promovido por las comunidades Writing Club @hispaplus @celf.magazine @es-literatos This is my entry to the @hispaliterario contest promoted by the Writing

ESPAÑOL Alguna vez me contaron de un niño en la cercanía de mi casa que era muy ágil con el balón, al punto que lo llamaban a jugar y le ofrecían cómo compensación productos alimenticios que los otros

Esta es mi entrada al concurso @hispaliterario promovido por las comunidades Writing Club @hispaplus @celf.magazine @es-literatos This is my entry to the @hispaliterario contest promoted by the Writing

Esta es mi entrada al concurso @hispaliterario promovido por las comunidades Writing Club @hispaplus @celf.magazine @es-literatos This is my entry to the @hispaliterario contest promoted by the Writing