Cherries are so good they could grow on trees, little Valentina thought aloud. The father,…
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Marina was small, but bold. I wanted to understand life and talk about things in…
Like a painter in her workshop, Ana painted everything she could, except that she painted…
That afternoon the sun’s rays stared at the clouds and its brightness blew the view.…
She opened the refrigerator, took a fruit, took two and three. Hungry, he ate the…
Brenda opened the can of condensed milk with an opener that was already worn and…
If it weren’t for Beth’s birthday it would be a Tuesday like the others, but…
Clarice said that today she would prepare lunch herself. He left home early on his…
photo: GinaPhoto Society6The truest sour in life is the lemon, because it sours you by…