La flor que nunca se marchitó

La flor que nunca se marchitó

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Publikasi terakhir Rab, Feb 5, 2020

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El sol iluminó con sus grandes alas los confines más oscuros de nuestro mundo, y de él, nació la luz y el bienestar del que hoy gozamos. Una simple ciudad donde los siglos son piedras en el mar del tiempo y las vidas son pinturas abandonadas en los rincones más aislados del mundo. "Escuchen el llamado de la luz y vivirán para siempre, solo los fieles serán capaz de encontrarse con el bienestar eterno", ese era el llamado, esa era nuestra ley, y la historia que ocultaba toda esa paz solo era el producto de una serie de hechos que marcaron su inicio y su final posterior. Nuestra historia se centra en una pequeña y bella flor de campo, cuya vida estará llena de travesías y momentos que pondrán a prueba la existencia de la esperanza y el mañana, ya que si bien es cierto que una frase puede hacer la diferencia en el día a día de las personas, ¿Qué sucederá si esa frase perdura durante siglos, o incluso, milenios?, ¿Podrá alguien mantener vida la llama de la esperanza y del amor a pesar de vivir en un mundo cuya luz ya se ha extinto?, no lo sé, solo el tiempo y la fortaleza de esta flor nos podrá responder tan emigrante pregunta... El historia tiene muchas formas, pero solo una encaja en cada vida...

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