Once upon a time in a colorful forest, there was a little village. An elf lived in this village. Everyday he used to see the sky and he wanted to fly far far away, across the ocean, across the mountains. He was sad because he couldn't fly like the birds and the butterflies. One day he made wings and he went to a mountain. He was scared but excited. The sky was beautiful and he jumped over the forest, from the top of that mountain. His wings broke and he fell down. The people in the village saw his death...
10 abr 2011
Wings
Once upon a time in a colorful forest, there was a little village. An elf lived in this village. Everyday he used to see the sky and he wanted to fly far far away, across the ocean, across the mountains. He was sad because he couldn't fly like the birds and the butterflies. One day he made wings and he went to a mountain. He was scared but excited. The sky was beautiful and he jumped over the forest, from the top of that mountain. His wings broke and he fell down. The people in the village saw his death...
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Ooooh, qué final más triste. El deseo del elfo era muy bueno, pero tenía que haber aprendido antes a construirse unas buenas alas...
ResponderEliminarSaludos.
Ohhhh! qué impresionante microrrelato! A diferencia de mi amigo Antonio, que firmó allí arriba, no me parece triste.Ocurre que me gustan mucho los relatos "oscuros".
ResponderEliminarkisses, Caylaa*