The river de los reflejos cambiantes En la aldea de Espejismos

The river de los reflejos cambiantes En la aldea de Espejismos, where the houses tinkled with the reflections of the Tabith River, vivía alma, A girl whose heart was as vast as the sky and as deep as the oceans. La piel de alma poseía ese brillo oliváceo que regalan los amaneceres plácidos. his eyes, two miniature suns, sparkled with the strength of hope. However, in the deepest recesses of his being, A shadow whispered insecurities that clouded his spirit like fog covers the mountains. A fresh spring morning, alma decidió pasear por la ribera del río Tabith. The road was winding, decorated with wild flowers that danced to the rhythm of the breeze. The river, that mysterious mirror of the soul of the world, He seemed to know the deepest secrets of every being. Like every day, alma abrazaba la soledad del amanecer, peering into the crystal clear waters, waiting for some sign that would show him his true worth. Arriving at a backwater, The young girl stopped and listened to the whispering melody of the water. Over there, reflected in the liquid mirror, He saw his figure surrounded by the colors of dawn. A fleeting thought crossed his mind.: "Is this the same view that others have of me??". -What are you looking for in the waters?, joven alma? -a deep voice startled her. He turned around and discovered an old man with a kind look and a sincere smile who had sat on the stump of a fallen tree.. Era candles, the story weaver, Known to all for his stories that healed souls. -I'm looking for reflections, candles. Reflections that show me who I really am. Do you even know them?? The young woman answered with curiosity. -Oh, alma, Reflections change with each wave, with every breeze. They are like the stories we weave in our lives. I'll tell you a story, Listen carefully because in it you will be able to find what you long to discover.. candles comenzó a narrar la historia de una niña que, in that same river, He found a fish with scales of a thousand colors. That fish confessed to him that he had learned to fish.

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The river de los reflejos cambiantes En la aldea de Espejismos , where the houses tinkled with the reflections of the Tabith River , vivía alma , A girl whose heart was as vast as the sky and as deep as the oceans . La piel de alma poseía ese brillo oliváceo que regalan los amaneceres plácidos . his eyes , two miniature suns , sparkled with the strength of hope . However , in the deepest recesses of his being , A shadow whispered insecurities that clouded his spirit like fog covers the mountains . A fresh spring morning , alma decidió pasear por la ribera del río Tabith . The road was winding , decorated with wild flowers that danced to the rhythm of the breeze . The river , that mysterious mirror of the soul of the world , He seemed to know the deepest secrets of every being . Like every day , alma abrazaba la soledad del amanecer , peering into the crystal clear waters , waiting for some sign that would show him his true worth . Arriving at a backwater , The young girl stopped and listened to the whispering melody of the water . Over there , reflected in the liquid mirror , He saw his figure surrounded by the colors of dawn . A fleeting thought crossed his mind . : "Is this the same view that others have of me ?? " . -What are you looking for in the waters ?, joven alma ? -a deep voice startled her . He turned around and discovered an old man with a kind look and a sincere smile who had sat on the stump of a fallen tree .. Era candles , the story weaver , Known to all for his stories that healed souls . -I&#39 ; m looking for reflections , candles . Reflections that show me who I really am . Do you even know them ?? The young woman answered with curiosity . -Oh , alma , Reflections change with each wave , with every breeze . They are like the stories we weave in our lives . I&#39 ; ll tell you a story , Listen carefully because in it you will be able to find what you long to discover .. candles comenzó a narrar la historia de una niña que , in that same river , He found a fish with scales of a thousand colors . That fish confessed to him that he had learned to fish .

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