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This text is in english because is dedicated to Romos, a young music producer from the USA whose music I completely recommend. I took care of making it universal because this feeling maybe is shared by a lot of artists and not only writers :P. Dreamgiants Somewhere deep in the minds of we the creators there's something incredible; that's us! But this must not be mistaken with arrogance; on the opposite, we need to fight against our self-esteem in order to keep working for our objectives. That's why we appreciate support that much, that's why our eyes and mouths shine everytime someone says they love our work; because we can't create without our dear public, which makes us exist. That big spectrum haunting our minds is our hopes of what we'll become. Now I am a little artist nobody cares about; in my skullroom I don't see me as that, I see myself as someone who will leave something which will be worth dedicate some time. That someone is who's going ...

Un relato perturbador escrito en inglés originalmente por un compañero mío de academia y yo, posteriormente remasterizado por mí para que no parezca lo que realmente es. De mis textos favoritos en cuanto a forma, ¿podría esto abrir una senda de comedia más ácida y más picante? Decidme que pensáis en los comentarios :). THE MELLIFLUOUS SNOW A tale of a politicly incorrect self-love without any crude language. It as a cold, snowed, and dark night. Walking carefully, professor Snape was following in the the distance his 15 year old student Alicia, who was going to her house with no suspicions. Then, she arrived at her one floor house and entered it. For a second, she wondered if she was bein followed, but she decided not to mull it over and went to get changed to her bedroom. Her parents were not at home and she was going to get comfortable to watch a movie on the sofa. Professor Snape, knowing what was to come, silently approached her window, crouched under the frame so he wouldn’...