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The Bomb I was tied in that plane, with the noise of the engines hurting my numb ears, and the wind ruining my absent eyes. But i felt them even when they weren’t  there. The plane was flying over a shiny city. It was small, but i’m sure it was very important to it’s owners. I wouldn’t be there if it wasn’t.
When we reach the centre of the city, they release the bounds and i fall. It was a very long fall. Until i touched the floor, and then, it happens. I can’t see it, but i know what they see. The huge explosion, blinding them, covering the whole city. The burning heat that incinerates them. Their lifes ended
La Bomba Estaba atado en ese avión, con el ruido de las turbinas lastimando mis ausentes oídos y el viento arruinando mis inexistentes ojos. Pero los sentía a pesar de que no estaban ahí. El avión pasaba por encima de una brillante ciudad. Pequeña, pero muy importante para sus dueños, seguramente. Si no, no me estarían llevando ahí.
Al llegar al centro de la ciudad, sueltan las ataduras, y caigo. La caída parece no terminar nunca. Pero en un momento toco el suelo, y pasa. No lo puedo ver, pero se lo que se ellos ven. La enorme explosión, cegándolos, cubriendo toda la ciudad. El calor abras
Nightmares It started as all my dreams, where I feel like a game in first person: I see everything from my point of view, but nothing is quite real.

I am in a place where they sell appliances. In that place was my comic class teacher. I run towards him and shout for me to listen. For some reason i call him dad (as when you’re a little children and call the teacher mum) and obviously does not respond. Then I remember that my dad was in a long trip and had not yet returned (actually my dad didn’t make any trip). I call him by his name, Hector, and he looks at me. We talked about a kind of art expo , and I had to take some kind of statue or a dr

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jooooo... por fin subo otra cosa (aunque nadie las vea). Soporte vital desvencijado.
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