La Mochila.
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Last published Thu, Nov 21, 2019
Cabe aclarar, son historias cortas.
Sin principios revelados pero con finales abiertos a la imaginación del espectador.
Y si estas viendo esto, espero que guste mucho. También por esto, agradecerlos a ustedes.
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Estaré viéndote.
Aviso importante:
Esta historia contendrá 3 partes y mensaje final para el espectador.
Escenarios metafóricos:
Camino = Vida
Abismo o Vacío = Suicidio
Mochila = Tristemente, hago una referencia metafórica con este objeto al hecho de que las personas guardamos mucho, en tanto no nos damos cuenta que al sobrecargarlo podríamos explotarlo y así ya nada poder ocultar...
Gracias.
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