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El Sonido del Silencio

El Sonido del Silencio

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En la vida siempre tenemos nuestros buenos y malos momentos, o eso es lo que dicen; ya que Irad a sus 17 años no a tenido una vida del todo rosa. Después de perder a su hermano menor y sufrir la separación de sus padres, las cosas solo han ido empeorando e Irad siente la presión y enojo de todo lo que pasó que en vez de acercarse a su familia, se aleja y busca llenar vacíos con alcohol y drogas. El camino de Irad toma un rumbo completamente diferente al que llevaba en el momento en el que Dios manda a su ángel de la guarda para ayudar a enderezar el camino que estaba prescrito para Irad. Los planes de Dios son perfectos, pero Irad no planeaba enamorarse de Priscila, ¿Será que entre los planes de Dios sea que estén juntos? Solo recuerda que las cosas no suceden sin que Dios lo permita.
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Prologue - Zac Let me put this as simple as I can - there are some things in life that exists, not for pleasure or for gain, and I am one of them. But no matter how much I wished I wasn't created this way or how alone I must always choose to be, I would never have wished I had not met her. Even as I know I will pay the price dearly for knowing her, I would not exchange any moments I had with her, all her joy and all her sadness she let me feel with her. How precious is her life and how insignificant will be mine. And when it all ends, I will feel no regret. Now that that's out of the way, how could I even hoped that HEAVEN BEND...Redemption? Have I not lost my ticket on that by now? They watch my every move and predicted my inane behaviour - there is nothing worse than the compelling hands of the dying to throw one off track. A very good distraction, even I had to admit I was distracted from my situation. Problem is, I don't get to click Refresh! Damn .. And now she has seen what I have not dared to admit to myself - I care for the whispers of the dying, and for this she knows I am undecided.

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