El susurro  de las flores Eco

El susurro de las flores Eco

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¿Que mejor detalle para aliviar un corazón herido que un racimo de flores? La vida arrancada de su frágil existencia, transmitida al alma angelical del ser querido, es de alguna forma una manera de decir: "seria capaz de matar por ti". Si le añadimos que es una flor Eco, capaz de poseer algo tan personal como lo es la mismísima voz, entonces el mensaje seria algo así como: "yo mataría por ti y te entregaría mi vida". Serán las Flores Eco quienes darán inicio a esta historia. Pero también podrían convertirse en las causantes de una tragedia. Entre las palabras que de ellas surgen, pueden ocultar mentiras.
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