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Nos rozamos


I am a comet. I cross the space at thrilling speed, grazing planets and their satellites, fed by stars that beacon my path. I was happy alone in the darkness of cosmos. Until the time I met you. Until the moment I touched you. I thought I was unique, but I was not.

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The tale of the Sun and the Moon

It is said that when the Earth was created, the Sun and the Moon were made of the same stone coming from a faraway place of the universe. The Sun was given the power of light and the Moon the power of beauty. During the day the Sun would illuminate the Earth, giving strength and energy to its creatures and plants. During the night the Moon would break the darkness with its soft silver light, inspiring the hearts of animals and humans. Every day and every night, the Sun would come and go when the Moon would go and come. For only very short moments the Sun and the Moon would vaguely see each other from the extreme sides of the earth. Because of its strong light, the Sun would not see the beauty of the Moon, and the Moon would not dare to look at the sun for fear of being burn. They were for each other a mere moment of every day and every night.

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The dog, the stick and the stranger

In a small village in the mountains lived a street dog. He was a brown dog of mixed breed. Nobody in the village knew where he came from. he just appeared one day some years ago and never left. The villagers didn’t like much the dog. They saw him as an annoyance, because he barked all the time, often at night, he became quickly aggressive, showing his teeth in anger, and disrupted the peaceful life of hens, rabbits, horses and other animals in the village houses. Some even accused him of killing their chickens. This had never been proved, though.

Whatever they believed about the dog’s actions, everybody in the village treated the dog badly. Children would shout at him, kick him and pull his tail when they had the chance. Every house had a stick to chase him out from their properties. Sometimes, they used the stick on the dog for fun. Every time the dog was hit with the stick, he showed his teeth and barked for hours. Nobody remembered, however, that he’d ever bitten anyone. Some claimed to have seen it, but this had never been proved, either.

One day, a stranger arrived to the town.