THE THREE CHIANTISHIRE TALES SERIES NO.1 ROBERT FRANCO AND THE LOST MANUSCRIPT DELLA SERIE I TRE RACCONTI DEL CHIANTISHIRE Samuel Ayeek

Como crecida de un aceitoso vapor, la mujer, que se había presentado como Oriana, siguió con sus labores aún con la imagen de los chicos perfectos en la frente; le dio más vueltas al caldo transparente, murmuró palabras que sólo ella sabía pronunciar y entender. Comenzó a recordar de repente con una voz de ochenta años sin que ellos dijeran nada. - Hace meses tenía un trabajo en un restaurante. El tiempo pasa muy rápido aquí. Hablo de mi tiempo, claro. De las sobras del restaurante le daba de comer a mis hijos y vivíamos muy bien. Ahora pasamos dos y hasta tres días sin comer nada. Sin nada. Ayer teníamos solo sal… y algo de agua, pero la sal no hace más que secar el cuerpo por dentro. Eso si creemos que el cuerpo aún está vivo. Este cuerpo. Porque muchas veces la muerte se confunde. Igual que se confunde la vida.

In the history of language, the first obscenity was silence. And yet there they were, in the post-script of history, lost on the side of the road, silent, empty, closed off to each other Selena sat against a rusty car and sighed. The morning sky had lost much of its dusty orange tinge and the breeze was warm enough for her to remove a few layers of clothing. Unlike Lucius, she was losing faith in the existence of the waterfall. No the road or the distance, it seemed the flatlands that stood between them and the distant mountains were insurmountable. But they had to go somewhere. They had to try. For the last three days, she had hear no other voice but the wind's. Even her own inner voice was muted, indistinct. To distract herself, Selene imagined herself as the protagonist from those old books she had found in the ruins of a school. They told tales of strange creatures like butterflies and birds and rabbits, of children getting lost in forests, of families and farms and prairies. How wonderful it must have been, she thought, to live in such a world.

The scent of Lucy's perfume lingered in the bedroom as she closed the bathroom door to take a shower. Once she was out of sight, Felix turned to rest his face on her pillow. She smelled of jasmines and desert winters, and he relished in the thought of her smile and the scent of her freshly washed hair. It had been years since his pillowcases smelled of anything other than detergent and dampness. On that winter night, his other pillowcases hung in surrender on the drying rack next to the radiator in his living room. The perfumes from other girlfriends had long faded, and he had embraced the idea of living a life unbothered by the presence of others.

Relato corto sobre la venganza de una chica contra los sistemas que perpetúan la precariadad a través de la estética.

She did not live up to the expectation that all adolescents have. She lived a cold and hard reality. In today's world, her only weapon was the same one that killed her. She always had in mind that happiness was not her thing. And that adolescence was going to be her worst battle, that she couldn't win every day. Hoping to see better days come, where she wouldn't have to force herself to feel what she doesn't feel; to express what she doesn't feel. Well... there are people in this world who don't know how to measure her words, who don't know how much each word affects a person and that each word can become an outflow of blood. She wanted to be loved and wanted by someone. He… He always wanted to save someone and be a hero. Fate did its thing and turned their lives upside down, uniting them for a reason that they both had to discover. She just wanted to be saved from that world. This… is the reality of thousands of adolescents in the world today. For those who seek victory in every battle, every day. For those, that the war has been lost. Suicide is not the solution. Neither does the blade. She didn't understand. And he came to make her understand... that life can smile at her, at everyone capable of smiling at her even with tears falling. Where she needed help. He was her salvation. (Based on real facts)

She, a rebellious girl who has everything when she wants. He, a kid of a million who hides behind a bad facade. Each person has what they deserve. She for her actions, paid a high price. And was it in that place where his life would change... again? You don't know when you're going to fall in love for real. Sometimes love can go a long way. And be very evil at the same time. You can change us... She didn't know, she didn't know that love is not a game. She didn't know, she doesn't know, nor will she know until she really feels it. Or if? Sometimes mistakes from the past affect things in the future. However, he turned himself in when he shouldn't, and when he realized it, his destiny changed. Was it the one you wanted?

In this work, Gabriel Jiménez C. takes us on a hectic thrilling adventure filled with action, in which a man who is driven by his past, has ended up dedicating his life to trace and eliminate killers; a woman, also conditioned by her own history, has to live on the run and by mere luck. These two people meet, their backgrounds pushing them close together despite the terrible future that their murky lives may hold.

Dreamasdew (n.) — A coined word from 鸿沙心缘 (Chasing Fate Beneath Hongsha), referring to a dream as tender and ephemeral as dew, quietly becoming real and leaving a lasting impact.

This document defines “Dewenlight”, a coined literary term created by Meng Bulu. Derived from “dew” and “enlighten”, it describes a fleeting, gentle light — like wisdom arising softly from stillness. The entry includes phonetic spelling, etymology, and literary meaning.

A four-line verse embodying the quiet sorrow and tender strength of a heart that remembers, this poem evokes the name of Menglu—“Dream Dew”—as both symbol and soul of unspoken yearning.

🌧️ A Rain Too Silent Storyboard narrative by Vision Dream Art When a veteran detective survives an attempted murder in front of a house marked by the past, he is drawn into reopening a case he thought was long buried: file 2537. As the rain keeps falling over a city he no longer recognizes, he uncovers a web of police corruption, covered-up murders, and a truth that implicates him more than he ever imagined. With every step, the silence weighs heavier than the storm.

An educational, informative, entertaining, illustrated story about the events and memories my friends and I experienced in the 1990s and about life in the 1990s. The beautiful world of children who love their friends, family, school and teachers, who also like books, nature and animals.

Narración: David J. Giménez / Música: Bensound. Si alguien me dice el porqué del titulo de este libro le invito a una cena ¡Venga! La posibilidad de una isla de Michel Houellebecq no te deja indiferente, esa frase ambigua que no te ayuda a esclarecer nada, pero si escuchas el podcast, algo más de ayudaré. Al menos a que sientas la sana curiosidad de saber de qué va.

Narración: David J. Giménez / Música: Bensound. ¿Sabes lo que no sabes? Seguro que dirás que sí. Pero dale una vuelta, reflexiona unos segundos más. Seguro que no sabes realmente todo lo que no sabes. En fin, no me enrollo más que todo esto es para llegar a hablar de "El Proyecto Hail Mary" de Andy Weir y muchas cosas más, como siempre.

Narrado y Escrito: David J. Giménez / Música: Bensound. De este tan mencionado en las quinielas para el Nobel de literatura, Haruki Murakami, saltamos de posibles obras interesantes a mencionar, música que escuchar y multitud de temas para digredir de forma natural.

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