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Pueden pasar los segundos como torrente, transformados en minutos, para ser horas, días y finalmente años. Pero hay cosas que no se olvidan llamados recuerdos.
Uno no olvida montar bicicleta.
La primera ves que yo monte bicicleta, tenia 8 años. en uno de mis intentos caí en un rosal, y me inserte una espina. Llegue a la casa llorando. Mi abuelita me saco la espina y me curó, luego de eso pasaron días en los cuales no quería ni acercarme a la bicicleta. La miraba como un monstruo. Pero mi Tío me dijo - Nena la vida es como la bicicleta, al principio te caes, te tropiezas, aveces unas caídas duelen mas que otras, pero sabes, al final si te lo propones lo logras, y veras que todo tu esfuerzo valió la pena. La libertad que se siente en ella es única, y ningún otro juguete te lo va a brindar-.
A la mañana siguiente me levante muy temprano y empece otra ves, me caí una, dos , tres veces, y cuando sentí al fin estaba sobre ruedas-¡logre pasar un túmulo!-La emoción que sentí al lograrlo era inexplicable, simplemente maravillosa.
Ahora siendo ya mas grande, me doy cuenta que en efecto, si quieres lograr montar esa gran bicicleta que es la vida, tienes que estar motivado,no temer por caer y no rendirte, sino que seguir con pedal firme. Porque si los demás pueden... ¿por que yo no puedo?... aquí no hay NO que valga.
1993 1998
PUT MY RED LIP STICK ON ! I am late to see you again. I am running through your arms with my number 1993. I hug you once in an unexpected moment you just laugh. Darling, Darling but our farewells that is the best part of the night. You hug me with your warm arms. I am lost with your beautiful smile. My gummy bear I will give you every candy that you want. I'll hug you today and tomorrow.
Next day
That day I didn't know that you would be there. I was playing in the garden, in the roof. I was eating cherries with a friend. Suddenly we decided to do other thing. We walked in the halfway and suddenly I saw a shape... Then I realized that it w
summer wine.
You are my summer wine.... is made by spring and fruits. It is made by cranberries and angel kisses. I wish that one day you kiss me until death... I wish that you can see me and look the shine of my eyes. The moment that I touched my legs with yours, Angels kiss me too. The silver sparks are running in my vanes. A few months ago I thought that all that feelings already disappear. But you came with a bunch of strawberries and cherries in your smile. You, so young so beautiful. you are the jingle that I would like to listen every morning. You gave me the magic powerful perfume of love. I mean the smell of a crush. You are too shy but at the
An afternoon with you
My name is Steve I consider myself a loyal person. I like to help others, read comics, play videogames, watch soccer games, make videos, listen to music, hang out with my friends, and I am working in my father's company. I have been living in the same town all my life. I am not studying because this year my father promoted me. I am in charge of everything, I am the administrator. I like to dream that some day I could have enough money to travel around the world. I really love new places. I have a girlfriend too. She is so beautiful, and I love her so much. She is with me all the time. We call each other everyday. do you ask me if we fight
The machine
I was laying on the grass. My body was sweating. The lights between the clouds and the sun were playing with the wind. I smoked a strawberry cigarette. The dictionary didn't have the words to describe what I dreamt that day. I had been taking time to understand it, and well, if gods were priests, and the devil a slut, or if heaven was my imagination, and the reality the hell everything together could look like a machine, a cherry bubble gum machine.
It was a place in where you could create illusions. A realia with just a click in a keyboard. I needed cash but my pockets and wallets were always empty or full of sugar cotton. I had everythin
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de ayuda como siempre, linda historia