Neruda Stories

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excelente poesiaaaa!! Una adaptación a la poesía de Pablo Neruda

Mujeres es un escrito realizado por mi, un joven de veinte años, que estando encerrado en su cuarto oyendo algo de rap y buen blues escribió como un intento de escribir un buen libro, el cual muchos llegaran a leer, pues ese es mi sueño, que muchos me lean. El ''libro'' trata de una serie de cartas que escribo para varias mujeres. Estas mujeres son imaginarias, pero en las cartas plasmo recuerdos y experiencias con mujeres. Las cartas son escritas de diferentes maneras, así como las mujeres son diferentes.

Inspired by a true story. A story about friendship, love, and passion. Crossing the boundary between "Just friends" and "More than friends" "Should I tell him?" That was the question that has haunted Carrie for years, until she gave up. Well, she did, technically. When he went away and he left her broken. But can you run away from it forever? Does your first love have to be your last? If given an opportunity to do the what ifs, would you take it? Carrie, 25, is now living the life. She is about to get married in a few weeks. Everything goes well, until Carrie's Bachelorette party, when the past started to haunt her. Her best friend from high school, who she fell in love with casually said hi. ****Author's Note**** Hi. :) This is inspired by a true story, but some events are works of fiction. I hope you guys like it. Originally, it was formatted in a different way. but as I write into it, I felt like there was so much emotional ups and downs that I wanted to dwell in it. This is for the friendzonies and friendzoners out there. ;) Yes, it is not gender specific. We do exist. Enjoy reading. :) Comment, vote, discuss. :) euphoriagirl

Recopilación de prosas escritas durante mis prolongadas horas de insomnio, bajo la total sedación de la falta de cordura y el constante murmullo de voces indecibles, que en mi oído declaman -Amor, muerte, vida, tristeza, alegría... ¡vida!- Roman Andreu

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late Middle English: from medieval Latin quotare, from quot ‘how many’. late 15th cent.: from French poème or Latin poema. Poetry/quotes from writers, celebs etc :)

A collection of love poems.

Raine and Aaron are the leaders of a nameless group known famously for their undoubted ability to solve any mystery or crime. Together, they've cracked cases that have been named unsolvable by professional detectives and public figures. Separately, they each have their own unique skills and powers: Dylan- the 14-year-old genius and prodigy, James- the popular and charming player/people-person with highly-acclaimed acting skills, Melony- the very skilled makeup and disguise artist with rich and powerful parents, and lastly: Aaron- a half ancient fox spirit-half human...-the boy with the strength to fight anybody and stays closely with Raine- the founder and girl with super-senses and ESP who comes from an ancient tribe of unusual people. When Raine and her supernatural secret-love receive a letter in the mail requesting their participation in a strange new case, they can't help but accept. But once they arrive at the once magnificent, crumbling estate, things start to get weird. After finding that they have plenty of competition, the team prepares for the worst. Yet nothing can prepare them for the surprise of all the servants being gone and even the mansion's owner being missing the morning they awake from their first night there. The biggest surprise is that when somebody tries to leave, they discover that all their exit routes are blocked off...Their all trapped! Can the 5 teens unravel the mystery of what's going on in the odd (maybe haunted) house before they become the last standing?

sylvia plath, sappho, richard sicken, walt whitman, pablo neruda, virginia woolf, oscar wilde- to name a few, of the english language

No te quiero sino porque te quiero y de quererte a no quererte llego y de esperarte cuando no te espero pasa mi corazón del frío al fuego. Te quiero solo porque a ti te quiero, te odio sin fin, y odiándote te ruego, y la medida de mi amor viajero es no verte y amarte como un ciego. Tal vez consumirá la luz de enero, su rayo cruel, mi corazón entero, robándome la llave del sosiego. En esta historia sólo yo me muero y moriré de amor porque te quiero, porque te quiero, amor, a sangre y fuego.