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The problems in life
Chapter 1… My poor broken down worlds “My sweet child,” he´d say laughing, while he fixed my toy. “Broken toys, they’re like many of the problems you’ll run into as time goes by. Never think that they’ll fix themselves on their own. Don’t put them off for another day either. If you do, there’ll always…
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One coin among so many
One more stripe… doesn’t really matter to the tiger The years went by… and Felicia grew up to become a beautiful little girl with a sweet disposition, as well as, impressively good-looking. Many of her fine features were unquestionably inherited from her mother. Since she was a child, Felicia’s mother was beautiful, a charm she upheld…
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The art of living
Life is enjoying what is at hand For a long while, Felicia’s father laughed, enjoying the joke on him. Then, he answered: “You are completely right, like always, my dear. I really don’t understand what came over me, nor why I worry and fret like that. Bad times never last a hundred years, and if…
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My broken toys
Chapter 1… My poor broken down worlds When I think of my grandfather and his influence, profoundly imprinted on me by his passage through my life, memories of my broken toys come to my mind. Those damaged playmates of my early years, which life had ravished and invariably ended in his delicate hands searching for…
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A king’s gold
And, not all that shines is gold “What would you think if I told you that the antiquarian guaranteed that they had belonged to King Midas?” She answered, while a soft chuckle escaped from her lips and her honey-coloured eyes sparkled. “What? Don’t tell me you fell for that one! That guy is a fake,…
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A bag full of chocolates
On how many occasions, our problems turn out to be… as big as we perceive them to be Felicia’s mother, trying to lift his spirits, surprised him with a gift. She had bought the present, some time before, during a trip they made in Europe. It was one of those things that are bought on…
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A little silk, green bag
Fortunate is that person that can find a treasure in the passing of each day in life As it happened and for reasons unknown to her, Felicia’s father always kept this certain bag under his pillow. It was a small bag, made of green silk, which he would tie with a small silk, red ribbon.…
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Grandfather Jairo
Chapter 1… My poor broken down worlds Grandfather Jairo was the comet that suddenly appeared or disappeared from the skies of my childhood. Constantly traveling, Grandfather was born into this world, bearing the gift of being present in different places at the same time, tucked neatly under his arm. Even when he was far away,…
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Felicia’s story
How many loads we carry on our back, not letting go, until death does us the kind favour of taking them away The only person that knew the story and the reasons, behind Felicia’s unquenchable search and persecution of those souls that departed to never come back, was precisely her husband who was, of course,…
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Maracuya and arequipe candies
Life and persons may be sweet, but never too much, for they risk becoming boring Precisely for those reasons, Felipe had discovered in Angelica, this refreshing vision of a woman of the world, the presence of a person who advanced with firm, confident steps, a mind that was highly intelligent with her feet stolidly planted…