Durante una época me sentí como el pajarito. Sola en medio de la manada y sin ganas de volar.
Sabía que el anochecer era la puerta a un nuevo día, total, el sol siempre salía a la misma hora.
Por eso era perfecto.
¿Y por qué no volaba, si todo estaba listo?
Era una buena pregunta.
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In english (I’m not sure if this story is still real)
During a time, I also felt like the little bird. Alone, in the middle of the group and without courage to fly.
I knew that the sunset was the door to a new day, I mean, the sun always went out at the same time.
That’s why it was perfect.
So, why I couldn’t fly?
That was a good question.
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Ficha Técnica de la foto en el microcuento:
Canon, Powershot SX530 HS.
San Bartolo, Perú. 2023.
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