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A birthday cake
Starting upon that birthday, the happy sounds of his childish laughter, gradually became less frequent. Outside the front door, his mom had placed a large, long table. It was in the terrace that ran all along the front of the house. There, in its shade, the air was nice and fresh. They keep the…
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Ripples in the pond
And so he realised the impossibility of moving, without the world also moving along with him. As it happens, when a child needlessly plays the morning away, throwing pebbles towards the centre of a pond, they fall generating tiny ripples that propagate towards the shores of the pond. So, it was that the innocent and…
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Primordial memories
After a while, he would come back down laughing, and then, he would settle comfortably on one of the first lower branches of that pine tree; the branch polished to a fine finish from so much wear. It was a huge bough, precisely his favourite one, where he would swing from his legs, with his…
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Rumba on the street
And when they woke… it had all been, but a dream. With flavour Ibarra, Imbabura, Ecuador The food appeared to be endless, for it was served abundantly and all day and all night. Inside the house, but mostly outside, where the grills were loaded with all types of meats, spicy sausages,…
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The vagrant roads
Once done with the make-up, a new life emerged. Once done with the removal of the make-up, she vanished once more to return into the the jar, where she had once emerged, until the next show. Certain events happen sporadically or simply never come to be. In this case, both clicked, immediately and instantly, and a spark of friendship struck between them. On…
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Grandfather Diego and his reading bouts
He walked through life with his head bent , his mind high,and his thoughts, soared the skies… “Diego always displayed, this beautiful, special ability. What would you think, my child, if I were to say that that your Grandfather could read the skies, just like we read a book? Diego never liked to read…
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And why do the angels cry, momma?
Speechless, she heard her friend narrating the death of Miss Rosario. The ossuaries Bucaramanga City Cemetery, Santander. Colombia She was no more, no less, her favorite teacher. She was more than a teacher: on occasions she was their councilor, always tenderly trying to guide them by the right path. The…
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Of women that fall in love and fall out of love
I’ve seen more than one woman as she falls in love, according to the convictions and customs they have for that, and also, according to what part of the world they live in. And more than once, I have seen women fall out of love, also according to the beliefs and the traditions…
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