La vida esta llenos de secretos, unos pueden dejar cicatriz. Otros una gran sonrisa y otros, ojos llorosos. Ve y conoce la vida de la balletista Charlotte.

El ballet y la gimnasia son un arte y una forma de vida que no todos la pueden apreciar. Si eres bailarina o gimnasta sabrás a lo que me refiero, aquí encontraras motivación y frases para tu vida como bailarín y gimnasta. Recuerda lo que importa es que lo disfrutes tu si no nadie lo apreciara.

Ballet, ballet, ballet. Es prácticamente la vida de Diana Romero. Esta joven de 14 años ha sufrido más decepciones y depresiones de la cuenta para su edad, por lo que ha aprendido a no ilusionarse, a no encariñarse, a no enamorarse. Ha aprendido a ser fría, dura, distante, a crear una muralla alrededor de su corazón para que nadie pueda entrar en él, donde lo único que se encuentra es el ballet. Lo que ella no sabe es que la única persona que logrará derribar esa muralla está a la vuelta de la esquina...

Ziam

Si el baile es tu pasión y te encanta leer estas en el lugar correcto 😳 ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ ©

No todo es tan bonito como lo piensas

este libro contiene desde trucos para puntas,media punta, historia del ballet, bailarinas reconocidas y mas

Este libro será exclusivo de ballet... Haré otros de lo que me pidan. Ej. Gimnastas, belly dance, hip hop etc. Ya que no son mi fuerte serán a petición. En éste pondré lo típico que pongo en mis libros, pero como novedad pondré técnicas o correctos e incorrectos en clásico. O como de costumbre cualquier cosa que me pidan. #101 ballet (4-6-18) Hermosa portada hecha por @_Cristal_Awards_

****Copyrighted**** 'Tell me you don't feel it.' He whispered against my lips, and the trembling that had ceased at the feel of his lips against mine began again with renewed vigor. 'Tell me it's not what you want, and I'll go. You'll never have to see me again.' Swallowing, I looked up at the eyes that had entranced me from the start. I took in his every feature, slowly and deliberately. I thrilled at the feeling of his arms enfolding me, and I inhaled his familiar scent with a trembling breath. And then, then I did the most foolish thing imaginable: I flung my arms about his neck and kissed him with all that I had, almost losing myself in the safety and security I felt. But more than that, I ran. I took his moment of shock, the slight loosing of his arms about me, and tore myself away from him, shoving out the door and into the rain. I suppose I'll never know why he didn't follow me. It was the thing I feared most. I knew that if he came for me a second time, I wouldn't be able to say 'no'. I wouldn't be able to run. But I had to. I had to go. I couldn't let him be hurt because of me. He would live on now, and I would marry another. I had leased my last bit of passion in that one moment in his arms, and as I made my way through the dark streets, I felt myself become dull and lost like the creatures bound in the menagerie. **Much of this was written when I was younger and then I came back later and finished it. There will likely be mistakes. Lots of them.