The following documents are a number of personalized tests in which the users of the Bridgeworld course can consolidate their knowledge. These documents were made with that unique purpose and its use is exclusive to Bridgeworld and their creator.

The following documents are a number of personalized tests in which the users of the Bridgeworld course can consolidate their knowledge. These documents were made with that unique purpose and its use is exclusive to Bridgeworld and their creator.

The following documents are a number of personalized tests in which the users of the Bridgeworld course can consolidate their knowledge. These documents were made with that unique purpose and its use is exclusive to Bridgeworld and their creator.

The following documents are a number of personalized tests in which the users of the Bridgeworld course can consolidate their knowledge. These documents were made with that unique purpose and its use is exclusive to Bridgeworld and their creator.

Llueve; se mojan las hojas secas, la lluvia fría y serena maquilla las moléculas de aire. **** Ta voix monte en tumulte de vagues, elles se brisent contre ma fenêtre; la vitre distille ses larmes à mes pieds. **** My soul is like the deep sea, a world in peace and quiet and since I do not watch him he does not give him much to talk about, it is not because he is stubborn and foolish; but being in silence is in the immensity.

Soy sensación mullida en mi burbuja, incandescentes reflexiones arropan mi serenidad; rayos de sol que penetran mi nube furtiva ...espirales de verbos empinan sus velas. **** Silky and long is my mane it diffuses its soothing fragrances; long strokes multiply my blink slow solfeggio is your touch. ***** moments fragiles suspendus au souffle sentiment d'abondance à la plénitude; ... illuminés de l'étreinte courbée et tressée de nos regards.

Son mis reinas las niñas de mis ojos, hermosos seres que alegran mi amanecer. **** I nest in the warmth of their wings nectar pure essence, balm for my tired bones crystal drops on my lips. ***

Hila la noche cortinajes de agua, raya el dorado espasmo que libera el sol y en mis dedos centellea tu destello. *** My voice falls in telluric vertigo, straddles my drunken eyelids and waves strands join in the dream water. **** Un gémissement tremble entre mes lèvres, le labyrinthe de tes caresses s'ouvre m'enfonce, m'inclus, me plonge; tout navigue dans le rougeâtre, le bleu, le blanc.

Ahora mi voz es solo un susurro, las nubes mismas lloran se arrastran entre las hojas del limonero gota con gota fraguan la tormenta. **** I drink your glow, in my memory their echoes are revealed; my shores tremble !.

Llovía a cántaros y la calle estaba desierta. Consuelo se había refugiado debajo del porche de un negocio de comida rápida, sabía que no debía estar a la intemperie; ya la habían molestado dos veces y estaba en riesgo, recientemente fue que la empujaron en forma accidental en plena calle y se salvo de milagro del denso tráfico. **** he shivered with cold and made movements to activate her circulation; in those moments she had the feeling that someone was watching her and her eyes were attentive at some point; she scanned the darkness without being able to observe anything; then she shuddered and quietly said to herself, Damn it! I do not know what he wants!; she was very, very afraid and began to pray. It had stopped raining and the street was still empty. A strong wind began to blow and it entangled her skirt, the cold penetrated her bones; she began to notice how the moisture was seeping into her worn shoes, it was useless to continue and she chose to go home; that night she decided to check the supermarket trash before any dog ​​or cat claimed it.

El viento ha borrado las huellas de mis pies; pisaron por años mi jardín apriori. Era un entorno tenaz; resistía a toda clase de representación y no era de medias tintas. Era frío o caliente, era de luz o es de sombras; a veces su luz me cegaba al colmo de borrar mi mirada. ¿Y qué es lo que me fascinaba de ello?; me fascinaba porque estando en él parecía que el tiempo se había detenido. Su naturaleza era de la más sublime belleza cuando el sol abrazaba sus formas ondulantes; relucía con su polvo de oro. *** My verses arose: My eyes rotate and rotate in the vastness of the sky / explore the flame of your dear face / I stop the wind with my words / and the echo returns your name / Memoirs of love / I enjoyed your nocturnal beauty / I reached the thalamus in petals of roses / they burned / and the stars celebrated us /

Un essaim de feuilles d'or secouent les branches, elles résonnent sur les prés et champs de maïs leurs verts percent la voûte azurée. **** Discrete smell in body and soul delivered to the breeze. I hear the waves rocking my nap on the shore; my eyes thrill the eternal song I hear. **** Radiante es mi camino; mi seda celestial toca tu frente ... nos funde.

De ayer a hoy voy grano a grano, hilo que hilo punto con punto, tejo de filigranas los engarces de tu voz con puntadas firmes los enlazo en mi espacio bondadoso donde cambia la lírica; ….y se renueva al ritmo de mis mareas. **** These are my private moments; seeds recorded in the memory of time, I watch them grow; dilute ... and they are other moments.