Amor por el Arte

Amor por el Arte

Saturn_Cassiopeia

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Last published Mon, Jul 9, 2018

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¿En que momento de tu vida te das cuenta que tus sueños se hacen realidad? A los 18 años y con un gran amor por el arte, Aria cumplió su más grande sueño. Lograr entrar a UNARTE, la mejor y más demandada universidad dedicada al arte. Ella al fin había encontrado la manera de sentirse libre, de poder expresarse sin ser juzgada, de encontrar a personas con el mismo amor por el arte. A Ian nunca se le paso por la cabeza que sus pinturas lo llevarían a experimentar nuevos mundos. Que aquella chica de cabellos castaños y ojos color café lo llevarían a tener una nueva aventura. No después de esa desastrosa relación. Los dos coincidieron en una misma ciudad, en un mismo día, en una misma tarde y con el mismo amor por el arte ¿Estas dispuesto a perdértelo?

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