Huella mga kuwento

Tu Solo tu

Solo porque me etiquetaron en esto y no tengo nada mejor que hacer a las 2:00 am de la madrugada.

"Somos nuestra memoria, somos ese quimérico museo de formas inconstantes, ese montón de espejos rotos" (Borges)

Nuestra huella Paso a paso al andar Se conforma el camino Sendero que elegimos Al cada paso caminar Pasos únicos e irrepetibles Algunos firmes y gigantes Otros pequeños y tambaleantes Pero dados al fin y al cabo Pasos que nos dan forma Que nos van llevando Por el camino de la vida Que vamos conformando Huellas son aquellas Que muchos dejan al pasar Algunas son lindos recuerdos Otras heridas a cicatrizar Espero que nuestra huella Sea tan profunda y compartida Que nos acompañe siempre Y por el resto de la vida De la mano caminamos Y un refugio es nuestro abrazo En mi corazón grabada a fuego Está tu huella que tanto amo Beta

Un pequeña historia....

In a world where humans claim to rule, is a civilization hidden and unknown. These people, (or beings rather--for I do not know what they really are) have been coexisting with humans since time immemorial. A city, Laraiea it is named, shelters these beings who refer to themselves as Geuds. Geuds are beings not unlike humans. No, not at all. They have their own beating hearts and their own share of these ever fluctuating waters referred to as emotions. Now, you may wonder what keeps them from being known to you. The answer is simple, I tell you. Because they are special. They are chosen ones. They have gifts, powers, TALENTS, beyond reason. For they know the craft of bending the substances of the earth. And over the centuries have mastered it. If you made the mistake of assuming humans and Geuds had never crossed paths before, I am obliged to correct that most amiss assumption. For history stretches beyond times that TIME itself had forgotten, and that is where this tale shall start.