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Este es uno de mis relatos cortos medio poéticos que realice en los primeros días de mis ataques creativos. Espero les guste fue uno de los que más le gusto a mis amigos y familiares. 😉

This is one of my half poetic short stories that I did in the early days of my creative attacks. I hope you like it, it was one of the ones that my friends and family liked the most. 😉

El principio del fin

Era un día claro, todo era blanco, el cielo estaba limpio y despejado.
Había viento, le gustaba como chocaba con su rostro y rozaba sus orejas.

El corazón le empezó a latir rápido como si fuese a salirse. Sintió algo.
Sin saber empezó a reír, aunque se sentía algo triste. Calló.

Podía sentir, en su cabeza, la presión de la sangre pasar sus venas.

Olía a hielo, pero seco.
El aire le dejaba un mal sabor de boca.
Sintió como su nariz se humedecía.

Todo se veía tan claro y cálido,
pero sus manos decían lo contrario,
estaban pálidas y heladas.

Poco a poco fue perdiendo fuerza,
sus piernas no podían ni ella misma
no lograba mantenerse en pie.

Pesaba un mundo, sabía qué si caía no volvería a levantarse.
Sin más, cayó de rodillas, como si fuese el fin de todo.
La vio. Allí estaba, frente a ella, mirando como caía a pedazos

Tan hermosa, sin tantos detalles, simplemente, vestida de negro.
Todo se hizo más blanco, más brillante.
—Es muy temprano para estar aquí. —Dijo.

Yo sin poder, y tanto que decir, solo la miró con un último aliento.

Se le acercó, mirándola fijamente, y con su mano tocó su frente.

Sintió como si algo se hubiese detenido, el tiempo, el espacio… Ella.

En un instante, su vista, todo, se nublo, todo se esfumó. Despertó
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Jhon Michael

Muchas gracias por haber leído hasta el final espero les haya gustado.

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The beginning of the end

"It was a clear day, everything was white, the sky was clean and clear.
There was wind, she liked how she collided with her face and brushed her ears.

Her heart began to beat fast as if she was going to break out. She felt something.
Unknowingly she started to laugh, although she felt somewhat sad. She was silent.

She could feel, in her head, the pressure of blood rushing through her veins.

It smelled like ice, but dry.
The air left a bad taste in his mouth.
She felt her nose get wet.

Everything looked so clear and warm
but her hands said otherwise,
they were pale and icy.

Little by little she was losing strength,
her legs could not even herself
she couldn't keep up.

She weighed a world, she knew that if she fell she would never get back up.
Without further ado, she fell to her knees, as if it were the end of everything.
She saw. There he was of her, in front of her, watching him fall apart

So beautiful, without so many details, just dressed in black.
Everything became whiter, brighter.
"It's too early to be here." -She said.

I powerless, and so much to say, he just looked at her with one last breath.

He approached her, staring at her, and with her hand touched her forehead.

He felt as if something had stopped, time, space ... Her.

In an instant, the sight of her, everything, blurred, everything vanished. She woke up.

-Jhon Michael

Thank you very much for having read to the end I hope you liked it.