***Mi amada Señorita***

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[Fuente](https://www.google.co.ve/imgres?imgurl=https%3A%2F%2Fi.pinimg.com%2F736x%2F3b%2F4f%2Fff%2F3b4fff9dfb958a180863c56d7fcf6326--love-moon-cell-phone-wallpapers.jpg&imgrefurl=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.pinterest.com%2Fexplore%2Fimagenes-de-amor%2F&docid=TI9EmJTw7zBy1M&tbnid=-D4dYFi3YRXd_M%3A&vet=10ahUKEwih4v-z_4DYAhWIRN8KHXbhBiIQMwiDASg_MD8..i&w=500&h=889&bih=532&biw=1137&q=amor&ved=0ahUKEwih4v-z_4DYAhWIRN8KHXbhBiIQMwiDASg_MD8&iact=mrc&uact=8)

<div class="text-justify">Como todas las tardes estaba allí, mí hermosa princesa, llena de aromas de pradera, con sus cabellos dorados y sedosos que iluminaban todo su entorno, tocando con sus delicadas manos una melodía celestial en su violín, la melodía que emanaba de su alma, mi dulce y tierno amor.


Por otra parte estaba yo, Mauricio, torpe y testarudo un ser simple a cualquier vista que anhelaba poder posarse y permanecer en el ambiente de aquel  maravilloso ser. Mi amada señorita Lucia, el sol que ilumina mis mañanas, el ser donde me pierdo día a día. Como no amarte amor mío si por ti es que sonrió, por ti es que vivo.

Y como todas las tardes estaba allí, junto a ella, viéndola tocar, viéndola perderse en la música como el primer día que la conocí en primavera, como el día en que le pedí ser parte de mi vida para siempre. 

La amo y siempre la amaré, no por su hermosa belleza, ni sus sabias palabras, ni su dulce presencia, sino porque ella es mi libertad, esencia, mi razón de ser, mi vida entera.


***Mí Hilo Rojo del Destino***

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[Fuente](https://www.google.co.ve/imgres?imgurl=http%3A%2F%2Feslamoda.com%2Fwp-content%2Fuploads%2Fsites%2F2%2F2014%2F05%2F212.png&imgrefurl=http%3A%2F%2Feslamoda.com%2Fla-leyenda-del-hilo-rojo-del-destino-conocela&docid=rC4hHi0316d2oM&tbnid=GyR80i2wTiAFZM%3A&vet=10ahUKEwjZtvbV_4DYAhUxSt8KHd3GB7AQMwhDKAkwCQ..i&w=584&h=336&bih=532&biw=1137&q=hilo%20rojo%20del%20destino&ved=0ahUKEwjZtvbV_4DYAhUxSt8KHd3GB7AQMwhDKAkwCQ&iact=mrc&uact=8)

Todos dicen tener un alma gemela, una media naranja, un ser nacido perfecto para él/ella. Yo por otro parte vivo atada desde mi corazón y mí dedo meñique a una persona predeterminada, alguien que ni siquiera conozco y nunca he visto por primera vez. Soy una simple mortal que fue hechizada por una malvada bruja desde que nací, fui condenada a divagar en soledad y no tener nunca el amor de nadie, y si llegase a enamorarme y no fuera la persona predeterminada para mí, este moriría.

Todas las noches le pido a la luz de la luna que guarde mí amor,  ese ser que no quiero amar por miedo a ver morir como he visto morir a muchos antes.

Mi hilo rojo sigue atado, no se mueve, no se tensa, no se siente. Mientras pasan los años sigo viviendo condena… Condenada a no amar a nadie, absolutamente nadie. Condenada por la cruel Amelia, que se ríe de mí noche tras noche, día tras día… Una amarga y trastornada bruja que se hace llamar mí Madre.


***Miedo Somos***

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[Fuente](https://www.google.co.ve/imgres?imgurl=https%3A%2F%2Fcf-cdn.gananci.com%2Fwp-content%2Fuploads%2F2016%2F08%2Fmiedos-inseguridades-619x346.jpg&imgrefurl=https%3A%2F%2Fgananci.com%2F3-pasos-para-vencer-tus-miedos-de-una-vez-por-todas%2F&docid=nu-un7k3TlfGEM&tbnid=QVxina1tFIGbLM%3A&vet=10ahUKEwi4zO3p_4DYAhVjhOAKHfxjArEQMwhIKAIwAg..i&w=619&h=346&bih=532&biw=1137&q=miedos&ved=0ahUKEwi4zO3p_4DYAhVjhOAKHfxjArEQMwhIKAIwAg&iact=mrc&uact=8#h=346&imgdii=QVxina1tFIGbLM:&vet=10ahUKEwi4zO3p_4DYAhVjhOAKHfxjArEQMwhIKAIwAg..i&w=619)

Somos seres diminutos que habitan la cuarta parte de un lugar muy pequeño, seres que no se sienten, que no se pueden ver, que viven escondidos, que viven huyendo de ser percibidos. Vivimos en un lugar alejado, muy alejado de la realidad, perdidos quizás… Perdidos o nunca existidos. No hay entrada ni salida. Ni ropero, ni agujero. No es Narnia, ni el país de las maravillas en donde estamos.

Oscuridad, solo oscuridad puedes sentir, oler, percibir aquí, nada más que una ensordecedora oscuridad, nadie habla, nadie se mueve, nadie hace absolutamente nada.

Somos tan pequeños  que si se descuidan podemos matarlos, podemos humillarlos, volvernos inmensos y destruirlos. Podemos derrumbar lo que has construido por años, lo que siempre has soñado, las cosas por la vives día a día. Somos pesadillas, somos equilibrio de tu felicidad y calvario de tu tristeza, si por ti fuera no existiéramos, pero porque existes, existimos, somos parte de ti, de cada célula de tú cuerpo, de cada noche que gritas sin parar. Somos tu  compañía en la soledad y tú peor enemigo, porque de la oscuridad nacimos y el miedo somos.  

En esta inspirada noche les relato a la comunidad de steemit tres (3) microcuentos que espero sean de su agrado.

Autor: @angelicafernande 


***My beloved Miss***

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[Source](https://www.google.co.ve/imgres?imgurl=https%3A%2F%2Fi.pinimg.com%2F736x%2F3b%2F4f%2Fff%2F3b4fff9dfb958a180863c56d7fcf6326--love-moon-cell-phone-wallpapers.jpg&imgrefurl=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.pinterest.com%2Fexplore%2Fimagenes-de-amor%2F&docid=TI9EmJTw7zBy1M&tbnid=-D4dYFi3YRXd_M%3A&vet=10ahUKEwih4v-z_4DYAhWIRN8KHXbhBiIQMwiDASg_MD8..i&w=500&h=889&bih=532&biw=1137&q=amor&ved=0ahUKEwih4v-z_4DYAhWIRN8KHXbhBiIQMwiDASg_MD8&iact=mrc&uact=8)

As every afternoon I was there, my beautiful princess, full of prairie aromas, with her golden and silky hair that illuminated all her surroundings, playing with her delicate hands a celestial melody on her violin, the melody that emanated from her soul, my sweet and tender love.

On the other hand, there was me, Mauricio, clumsy and stubborn, a simple being at any sight who longed to be able to alight and remain in the environment of that wonderful being. My beloved Miss Lucia, the sun that illuminates my mornings, the being where I lose myself day by day. How not to love you, my love, if it's because of you that he smiled, because of you I live.

And like every afternoon I was there, next to her, watching her play, watching her lose herself in music like the first day I met her in the spring, like the day I asked her to be part of my life forever.

I love her and will always love her, not because of her beautiful beauty, nor her wise words, nor her sweet presence, but because she is my freedom, essence, my reason for being, my whole life.


***My Red Thread of Destiny***

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[Source](https://www.google.co.ve/imgres?imgurl=http%3A%2F%2Feslamoda.com%2Fwp-content%2Fuploads%2Fsites%2F2%2F2014%2F05%2F212.png&imgrefurl=http%3A%2F%2Feslamoda.com%2Fla-leyenda-del-hilo-rojo-del-destino-conocela&docid=rC4hHi0316d2oM&tbnid=GyR80i2wTiAFZM%3A&vet=10ahUKEwjZtvbV_4DYAhUxSt8KHd3GB7AQMwhDKAkwCQ..i&w=584&h=336&bih=532&biw=1137&q=hilo%20rojo%20del%20destino&ved=0ahUKEwjZtvbV_4DYAhUxSt8KHd3GB7AQMwhDKAkwCQ&iact=mrc&uact=8)

They all ay they have a soul mate, an orange half, a being born perfect for him / her. I, on the other hand, live tied from my heart and my little finger to a predetermined person, someone I do not even know and have never seen for the first time. I am a simple mortal who was bewitched by an evil witch since I was born, I was condemned to wander in solitude and never have anyone's love, and if I were to fall in love and was not the default person for me, he would die.

Every night I ask the light of the moon to keep my love, that being that I do not want to love for fear of seeing die as I have seen many die before.

My red thread is still tied, it does not move, it does not tense, it does not feel. As the years go by I continue to live in condemnation ... Condemned to not love anyone, absolutely nobody. Condemned by the cruel Amelia, who laughs at me night after night, day after day ... A bitter and deranged witch who calls herself my Mother.

***We are afraid***

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[Source](https://www.google.co.ve/imgres?imgurl=https%3A%2F%2Fcf-cdn.gananci.com%2Fwp-content%2Fuploads%2F2016%2F08%2Fmiedos-inseguridades-619x346.jpg&imgrefurl=https%3A%2F%2Fgananci.com%2F3-pasos-para-vencer-tus-miedos-de-una-vez-por-todas%2F&docid=nu-un7k3TlfGEM&tbnid=QVxina1tFIGbLM%3A&vet=10ahUKEwi4zO3p_4DYAhVjhOAKHfxjArEQMwhIKAIwAg..i&w=619&h=346&bih=532&biw=1137&q=miedos&ved=0ahUKEwi4zO3p_4DYAhVjhOAKHfxjArEQMwhIKAIwAg&iact=mrc&uact=8#h=346&imgdii=QVxina1tFIGbLM:&vet=10ahUKEwi4zO3p_4DYAhVjhOAKHfxjArEQMwhIKAIwAg..i&w=619)

We are tiny beings that inhabit the fourth part of a very small place, beings that do not feel, that can not be seen, that live hidden, that live fleeing from being perceived. We live in a remote place, very far from reality, lost perhaps ... Lost or never existed. There is no entrance or exit. No wardrobe, no hole. It is not Narnia, nor the wonderland where we are.

Darkness, only darkness can feel, smell, perceive here, nothing but a deafening darkness, nobody speaks, nobody moves, nobody does absolutely nothing.

We are so small that if they are neglected we can kill them, we can humiliate them, become immense and destroy them. We can tear down what you have built for years, what you have always dreamed, the things you live for day by day. We are nightmares, we are balance of your happiness and the ordeal of your sadness, if for you it were not exist, but because you exist, we exist, we are part of you, of every cell of your body, of every night you scream without stopping. We are your company in solitude and your worst enemy, because of the darkness we were born and the fear we are.


On this inspired night I tell the steemit community three (3) micro-stories that I hope you will like.

Author: @angelicafernande</div>