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Life destinies
In order to avoid misunderstandings, I would look like to clarify that I have no complaints with respect do the Destiny I was assigned in this Life… I could have been born in La Paz City. at an elevation of over eleven thousand feet. A beautiful city, enhanced by the majestic peaks of the Andes…
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On the Threshold of my Conception
When I was a child, the light from the candles captivated me. Still, today, they haven’t lost their touch… the power to capture and transport me In this rather late stage of my life, I do not recall, exactly how that important series of events came to pass. I refer to the proceedings that took…
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A vision of heaven
Talking about Angels and Heaven, I clearly recall that when I was but a child… I liked to imagine Heaven with its respective Angels Back then, I had my own proper vision of that heaven promised to me, at the moment, by Father Juan. I envisioned it, as if it were an immense and grandiose set of…
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Family reunion
That “many were wrong… is a respite for fools”, so it’s said on the streets. And motivated by some unknown reason that slumbers in the deep reaches of my soul, as it lies sadly numb and dazed by the overwhelming heat, these popular aphorisms continue to pop into my mind. The strangest thing I find…
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Talking about horses
Not even the horoscopes for that such a particular week could have foretold what was about to occur. The emotion The streets at Ibarra, Imbabura, Ecuador “Are they from Morocco?” Oscar asked. After which they all laughed cheerfully. Gabriel began to explain: “No, they’re more like your country folk, they come from your…
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Uncle Oscar’s dream
Hope is the last resource on a road, when you have nowhere left to go. And, when I reach the end, only she will be left; To love and never forget One good day, her uncle Oscar, decided to pack all his belongings in a rug sack. It was now time to pursue a dream, which he…
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Can the bad ones become good ones, momma?
Can the bad ones become good ones, momma? Ay my darling, it’s easier to cook a sancocho without broth nor yuccas! The girl felt the tears overflow ‒sliding softly‒ as if caressing her hot, flushed face‒, while in her mind a torrential cascade of images followed one after another, in a fluid and…
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