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CUENTO
TITULO... RIHANNA SUENA EN MIS OÍDOS
CON EL MOTIVO DE QUE HOY LA BELLA CANTANTE RIHANNA CELEBRA SU CUMPLEAÑOS
De mañana Al salir del autobus la vi por primera
vez, vestía ropa muy extravagante por
lo que recuerdo. Pero no le preste
mucha importancia en ese momento…
sino a su bello rostro, era como un
ángel caído del cielo, cabello
negro escandaloso y revuelto, con ojos del
color de color del pelo dos negros safiros…tan fríos, que al
mirarlos podían hacerte sentir pasión, ahi viendola tan bella de
cerca, y al mismo tiempo tan lejos
y distante de mi realidad, en un punto exacto de no lograr diferenciar las dos cosas
Ese fue el día en que la mire por primera ves la conocí la contemple…
¿su nombre? Haaaa su nombre Su nombre no lo
recuerdo, por mi timidez no se lo pregunté pero recuerdo muy bien
su voz. Era como escuchar cantar todos los ritmos de musica de todos los
Gustos y colores, risas mias al viento
besándose con el mar, en la noche por su color de piel
de las más hermosas playas que
podríamos imaginar.
Era perfecto…y yo soñaba que la amaba con
locura…me sentía feliz junto a ella, cuando me susurraba sus melodías en mis audifonos historias de infinito amor perdidos yo ahi como un muñeco loco entre la multitud de gente que ya en la calle en dinde a cada uno de mis pasos los sonidos de su musica volaban con magia hacia el horizonte, libres, donde se perdían para siempre persiguiendo el Sol de la noche -- nuestra noche
ausente… Esas historias que recuerdo y atesoro, susurra aun a mi corazón, que escucha como si ella en mi viviera…como si fuera la
últimas de sus canciones palabras que oiría. Y necesitaba…y sabía que ella,
aquel angel con ojos de safiro negros y musica de inefables colores me amaba y me cantaba, O por lo menos lo hacía mientras caminaba con mi celular en mano y audifonos en mis oídos
por la glorieta de la escuela secundaria bachilleres artes y oficios ESBAO, en la ciudad de cordoba veracruz mexico
Imaginándome que ella…me amaba y cantaba …sueño encuchandola quisas despierto…despierto
soñaba, soñaba que ella me cantaba solo a mi, y para mi
aquella mujer angel caído del cielo, de alas de colores y ojos de safiro color negro, soñaba y sueño que me
amaba. Con su musica arrullandome con el paulatino viento.
EL ZORRO
DANIEL GARCIA ROMAN
20 FEBRERO 2014
Este cuento fue escrito en la glorieta de la escuela secundaria bachilleres artes y oficios ESBAO de la ciudad de coedoba en el estado de veracruz en el pais mexico
Ingles
STORY TITLED... RIHANNA DREAMS IN MY EARS OF THE MOTIVE OF WHICH TODAY BELLA SINGER RIHANNA CELEBRATES ITS TOMORROW BIRTHDAY On having gone out of the bus I saw it for the first time, it was dressing very extravagant clothes therefore I remember. But do not give him a lot of importance in this moment … but to its beautiful face, it was like a fallen angel of the sky, scandalous and in a mess black hair, with eyes of the color of color of the hair two blacks safiros … so cold, that, on having looked at them, could make you feel passion, there seeing her so beautiful closely, and at the same time that far and distant of my reality, in an exact point of not managing to differentiate two things This was the day in which it looks at it for the first you see I knew it that I contemplated it …: its name? Haaaa its name I do not remember your name, about my shyness I did not ask him about it but I remember very well its voice. It was like listening to sing all the rhythms of music of all the Tastes and colors, to my laughs to the wind kissing with the sea, in the night for its leather color of the most beautiful beaches that we might imagine. It was perfect … and I was dreaming that I loved it with madness … was feeling happy along with her, when it was me who was rumoured its melodies in my earphones histories of infinite love lost there like a crazy doll between the multitude of the people that already in the street in dinde to each of my steps the sounds of its music were flying with magic towards the horizon, free, where they were getting lost forever chasing the Sun of the night - our absent night … These histories that I remember and hoard, it whispers even to my heart, that he listens as if she in me was living … as if she was her last of its songs words that it would hear. And he needed … and knew that she, that angel with eyes of safiro blacks and musician of indescribable colors loved me and was singing to me, Or at least it was doing it while it was traveling with my cell phone in hand and earphones in my ears for the square of the secondary school graduates arts and crafts ESBAO, in the city of cordoba veracruz mexico Imagining that she … loved me and was singing … sleep encuchandola quisas awake … awake he was dreaming, dreaming that she was singing only to me, and for my that wife fallen angel of the sky, of wings of colors and eyes of safiro black color, was dreaming and sleep that loved me. With its music billing and cooing with the gradual wind. THE FOX DANIEL GARCIA ROMAN ON FEBRUARY 20, 2014 East story was written in the square of the secondary school graduates arts and crafts ESBAO of the city of coedoba in the veracruz state in the country mexico
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