En el momento crítico, el sujeto recordó todas las increíbles coincidencias que se sucedieron al encuentro con esa mulata. Corría en la espesura del pantano perseguido por las sombras y las máscaras de antiguos espíritus. Los tambores y los cánticos lograban acallar el golpeteo de un corazón que da sus últimos pálpitos, miró la brújula que le había entregado la hipnótica mujer y que lo había llevado hasta allí, tarde se dió cuenta el iluso que todos te tratan bien cuando saben que vas a morir.

The baby's pure laughter fills the room. Holding his son close and drinking in the sound, the young father thinks of his own painful childhood. A deep gratitude for this little life surges through his soul, and he vows with every fiber of his being to surround his boy with joy.

Childhood dreams like winding paths now. The yearning of seeing blue birds, blue skies and blue rivers again. When long-time memories you remember, long-time memories they become. Yet.. was the river carmin all this time?

-Tell me what you want to tell me in here, Teddy. -Inside there? I don't fit in there, Alice. -I see now, you are very, very big! -I'm not big, the door is narrow! -So, aren't you coming? -You go Alice, I'll wait and when you come back I'll tell you what I wanted to say so much. -Promise you'll wait for me? -Of course! What kind of teddy bear would I be if I didn't wait? -A bad guy... I think. -Well, go soon before you think too much and end up hugging me again, Alice. Should i continue??

A few years ago I had a big nightmare. A nightmare I didn't even know lived, because to myself was naivete and innocence — We're just kidding— That's what he always said as he ran his filthy penis on me I looked at him in frustration, I didn't know if that was right or wrong, but I trusted him. — Don't be afraid ... I won't hurt you— He pulled me closer as I watched his hand descend and rise on his cock. — Do you like milk? To be continued...

Dean went to the garden and started looking at the children who were planted. —Very poor quality this year. —Sorry —said the clerk—. This year there was a drought of love and they couldn't grow. He frowned and took one reluctantly, releasing it into the basket. —Never mind. I have a nutrient that will make it grow in no time. When he left, all the children were left crying with their feet buried, hungry for love.

He is here, my everything. Finally, I smile despite the pain and sorrows because he looks like an angel. We have to stay longer they tell me. He is a little underdeveloped so i have to stay longer. I nod and smile one last time at his face as they take him away from my arms. I try not to feel sad, because i will see him soon. Nurse him soon as long as i get better soon. He is worth it, all of it.

-a constructive criticism hated by many You can tell I’m a rare breed. My favourite toy as a child, other than dolls and cars- that I stole from my brothers was the television. For many the start of trouble For me just a ‘Pandora’s Box’ An encyclopedia of knowledge A box that flipped channels without a mouse And gave me non printed information at my house Without stressing a muscle

-a constructive criticism hated by many You can tell I’m a rare breed. My favourite toy as a child, other than dolls and cars- that I stole from my brothers was the television. For many the start of trouble For me just a ‘Pandora’s Box’ An encyclopedia of knowledge A box that flipped channels without a mouse And gave me non printed information at my house Without stressing a muscle

-a constructive criticism hated by many You can tell I’m a rare breed. My favourite toy as a child, other than dolls and cars- that I stole from my brothers was the television. For many the start of trouble For me just a ‘Pandora’s Box’ An encyclopedia of knowledge A box that flipped channels without a mouse And gave me non printed information at my house Without stressing a muscle

-a constructive criticism hated by many You can tell I’m a rare breed. My favourite toy as a child, other than dolls and cars- that I stole from my brothers was the television. For many the start of trouble For me just a ‘Pandora’s Box’ An encyclopedia of knowledge A box that flipped channels without a mouse And gave me non printed information at my house Without stressing a muscle

-a constructive criticism hated by many You can tell I’m a rare breed. My favourite toy as a child, other than dolls and cars- that I stole from my brothers was the television. For many the start of trouble For me just a ‘Pandora’s Box’ An encyclopedia of knowledge A box that flipped channels without a mouse And gave me non printed information at my house Without stressing a muscle

-a constructive criticism hated by many You can tell I’m a rare breed. My favourite toy as a child, other than dolls and cars- that I stole from my brothers was the television. For many the start of trouble For me just a ‘Pandora’s Box’ An encyclopedia of knowledge A box that flipped channels without a mouse And gave me non printed information at my house Without stressing a muscle

~ Somewhere on the hill, I was alive. Somewhere in the yellow house with the crooked door, I did survive. Somewhere on the walls are my crayon drawings, hidden behind a shelf. Somewhere in the halls, I was twelve. I was nine. I was four. And somewhere in that very house my tears did pour. I was two, I was one, I didn't realize what my parents had become. I was non-existent, when my parents were persistent, they wanted a house. A yellow one. And raise two kids loved by everyone But themselves. ~

When I'm an adult I want a big house. With a pool. The house needs to be red, unlike mom's and dad's. I want a big garden, with an apple tree and a swing. A cozy bedroom, a door I can lock and a bed I don't have to hide under. A nice kitchen with cupboards where I can put something else other than wine and beer bottles. A bathroom where I can cry without being bothered, where no one would see my scars in the mirror. And I want to have a cat, a black one. And I'll be happy.

When I'm an adult I want a big house. With a pool. The house needs to be red, unlike mom's and dad's. I want a big garden, with an apple tree and a swing. A cozy bedroom, a door I can lock and a bed I don't have to hide under. A nice kitchen with cupboards where I can put something else other than wine and beer bottles. A bathroom where I can cry without being bothered, where no one would see my scars in the mirror. And I want to have a cat, a black one. And I'll be happy.