Tan fuerte como un vendaval

Tan fuerte como un vendaval

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Tue, Jul 9, 2019
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Un vendaval un viento que trasmite miedo, nostalgia y tristeza que arrasa con todo lo que esta a su alrededor, sin explicación, que va mas allá de la imaginación y del control. no había una vez , como lo cuentos de hadas, no había un castillo, no había unos padres queridos, no había una hermosa princesa, no había un príncipe azul, solo había casas devastadas, solo había unos desconocidos. un vendaval que libero la caja de pandora, pero, aun había esperanza.
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