Telling Tales

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"I told him to darkness the anguish of my soul, you told about Cuqui, my mother, Tara and Tila, I told him all my memories and drew her face"

Le Conté.

Friendship, love, and the family always require confidence, loyalty and a commitment to the people, qualities that one or other reasons break and wear out with the passing of life, but in the case of those small and large hearts who depend on us, loyalty, trust and commitment is forever, until that day which for reasons forced close eyes and their physical presences away from us.

The death of a loved one do not forget never and stays with us forever, the pain does not have nor limits, weight or measure, but when one of those small presences dies overwhelms us always great sorrow and leave us a dark gap impossible to fill, and although that injury does not close ever, It is oozing with the passage of time.

Le Conté

Told you to the

Clear morning,

Tila and Tara,

Mountain and beach,

Two small

Souls

Filled with

Of longing.

You told to the

Cold learning,

Tila and Tara,

Stock and preach,

Two small

Shadows

On the ninth

Of nothing.

Told you to the

Dark night,

Tila and Tara,

Water and Earth,

Two stars

Windows

On the uprigth

Of lining.

Told you to the

Clear morning,

Tila and Tara,

Stock and heat,

Two small

Souls

On the light

Of heatting.

Lucas Lazar. Le Conté.

Les had of form telepathic the luck that had of living together and with it, that the mixed races are still killed, they stoned and still be abused unpunished in the twenty-first century, while I had them ran and jumped to enjoying the moment, he looked at them and I was excited when I seen the grim future, and until two hot tears not ran by my face they not approached me, they consoled me without words, human intelligence always ends up killing the animal innocence, their faces are obscured and were saddened by my thoughts and the brightness did not return to his eyes until I loud so I laughed out loud, I am with them and them in me.

A well-known animal lover writer narrated in first person a heartwarming story that confirms the loyal and noble nature of animals. In one of his many road trips he found an old dog that next to a petrol station wouldn't look into infinity, curiosity asked the Manager of the establishment if the dog was hers, the man told that left him mired in sadness.

You told that the dog came with a family made several years, the family inadvertently left him, the dog ran after them, but after several days he returned starved and tired, his wife to pity him and cared for him, he tried to integrate it into the House, but the dog despite the affection received still felt nostalgia and that his favorite place rain or shine, do hot or cold was that point from which could see the road where one day saw them split. He told her that both look towards the infinite dog was blind, but that in their sense of smell was still hosted the place where saw them split.

When a pet dies next to us, apart from the sadness, we should be the satisfaction of having care, dear and respected until that last second of life that has remained with us.

The story of the dog abandoned in gas station road is a very sad animal story, as that dog abandoned there are millions of dogs that are butchered, abandoned, tortured and executed unpunished, but the history of Tila and Tara, like the stories of thousands of dogs that are dear and integrated within a family group they are stories full of joy, of happiness and bliss.

When a loved one dies, we feel sad, because of that sadness can I enter in those dark lakes that form inside the depressions, but if you look carefully around there are other many forms of life who love us and need us, somewhere in those thousands of beaches scattered along the universe they follow expectantly as the old dog abandoned in the petrol station, hoping that one day life lead or to return them together with us.

A writing ideal for dedicated to one of my oldest friends, life and time as petals in the wind has us born and brought, but that rare bird called friendship has always been with us.

Told me

Without words,

Told me

The laughter,

The mirror,

of report and

Of the dismay

Of theTour.

Told me

With glances,

Told me

The mother,

The lanlord,

Of the flavor and

Of the nobility

Of the soul.

Told me

So many things,

Told me

The Further,

Told me

Of the author,

Of the horror and

Of the dexterity

Of the colour.

Lucas Lazar. Telling Stories.

"There are writings that act as poisoned arrows, raise or lower self-esteem and morale, there is written that help to overcome a trance, a dilemma or a pain, but there are also writings that act as a shot of optimism in the heart, those writings are my favorite, These written words that attempt to open the rusty doors of feelings"

I Told.

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