So many memories were in his house, that there was barely room for him. . . Posted from my blog with SteemPress :

In that world, words had power. In that world, every poet was a warrior. . . Posted from my blog with SteemPress :

Everyone wanted to conquer the world. But only she could seduced it. . . Posted from my blog with SteemPress :

That night, he told everything to the moon. And the moon blushed. . . Posted from my blog with SteemPress :

It was raining outside. As in her eyes. . . Posted from my blog with SteemPress :

She was fond of that one stone. She often tripped with it. Posted from my blog with SteemPress :

She was an alchemist. She could turn the ordinary into unforgettable.Posted from my blog with SteemPress :

At their wedding, they did not exchange rings but swords. "Your battles will be mine." They swore. "And you will never fight again in solitude". Posted from STORI with SteemPress :

He fought using his ideas. That's cheating.

Peleaba usando sus ideas. Eso es hacer trampa.

Everyone wanted to conquer the world. But only she knew how to seduce it.

Todos querían conquistar al mundo. Pero solamente ella supo seducirlo.

It took her so many years to forget that one moment...

Cuántos años le tomaría olvidar ese único momento...

I wish one day, she sighed, you could dream a little less and live a little more.

Ojalá un día, suspiró ella, soñaras menos y vivieras más.

One day, an angel came down to earth... Sometimes I wonder... if we actually see something that defies everything we think we know about the world, about ourselves, about the universe or about the "way

Bajó un ángel un día a la tierra... Juegos de Sombras son pequeñas historias oscuras y con temáticas adultas, misteriosas, ligeramente torcidas o fantásticas, pero con una estética engañosamente infantil

He will never lose her. Even after death. She would take care of that.

Jamás la perdería. Incluso después de matarla. Ella se encargaría de eso.