A Turkesa
heart pounding. He watched her body rose separating from her. Without knowing how or why.
- Have not you heard of astral travel?
was she who was asking!
if he did the voice. Was seen standing in the room, when in fact she was lying in bed. Awe, fear and disbelief were the feelings shuffled through her heart. "We're
two distinct parts to live together. I am the poetry and prose you, "he said amiably," you ever wonder why your accounts had a poetic flavor? Now you know.
There was no discussion, but a share. Give and take between two to be the same. Between a heart beat.
thought to create two blogs. One for every literary discipline. At first I would call it: "The prose of my feelings" and the other: "My feeling poetic."
's screams brought her back to reality. Dolores, with eyes wide open, he heard the loud argument brought by supporters of poetry and prose at the Cafe De Las Letras. Stood calmly by the door, and mumbling.
"This is the evil of the pen.
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