Lupo es un Huevón

Así es camaradas, lupo es un huevón.
¿Por qué? pues simplemente porque no había actualizado esto desde NOVIEMBRE!!

Bueno ya basta de insultos a mi persona, no sean gachos. Les prometo que voy a actualizar esto aunque nadie me lea....

Y discúlpenme, pero les debo las felices navidades, años nuevos, los tamales de la rosca, la mentada de madre, y cuanta cosa mas, para el año que viene. (no se crean, la mentada de madre es broma)

Y ahora si, con toda la seriedad del asunto, les dejo una obra personal que escribí para una tarea de clase de inglés. Dicen que ya esta en la lista de Best Sellers del New York Times, pero no me gusta ser presumido.

SPOILER: ESTA EN INGLÉS, usen google translate y chance y salga algo coherente. (si es que no le entienden en inglés, claro está)

Disfrútenlo. (Que a Niall parece que si le gustó)
Saludos

Lupo

P.D. Dejen un comentario, no cobro.

“It’s getting dark”

Guillermo Leal

In this god forbidden place i lie. And i’ve been lying here for long, deep in solitude. Trees speak and whisper of me incessantly, filling this place with their conversations. Or maybe it’s just my twisted mind, confined in this inescapable abyss. Thoughts start cascading over my mind. Thinking of life...Or am i dead already?. Impossible to answer. I feel the anger and the urge to get away from here. I want to kill, but at the same time numbness fills me and runs through me, making me of no use. When will this end? Why has this started? .

The sky moves sideways above me, bringing new clouds and stars, which I admire. Memories flow in the sky. Trying to tell me something...

Ah, I remember now.

He’s an aristocrat of the modern day. An incredible person. Never before had i seen such a brilliant mind, filled with thoughts worthy of Aristotle himself, or any of the old thinkers of the ancient greece. Sophistication was his second name. His presence was impeccable always. He treated me with familiarity. I have been serving him for so long, a lifetime. But he is the devil. The history goes back to his ancestors. His never ending desire for power and wealth ran deep onto the roots of his family. Corrupting everyone, no matter who it was. They hurt me, they impaled my heart with all that hate and filled my life with darkness. And i shall take revenge, but i find myself on a dillema, to extinguish the flame of my master’s candle or not. He is so good, but the sins of his family are undeniable. A strange aura flows around him. I know it, i feel it. His evil presence can’t go unnoticed for me. And i plan to assasinate him, on the bloodiest way possible. He will not have any mercy. But i fear of his sacrilegious ways. He is a master of the unholy, and the obscure, he commands the dead , the evil, in the depths of his soul lies that power, which i cannot deny. And he is a deciever, too. I know i will be target of his malevolent power if i am not clever enough.

He is dead now. His corpse now accompanies those of his cursed family. Here i am in this sacred ground, where those that once inhabited the living world now rot beneath the earth. And that will be his fate too. There won’t be any heaven for thou, wicked one. Neither will be any for me, since my soul is stained of blood. And so are my clothes. Filled with the essence of death, of sin, of evil. My presence here must go unnoticed. No one shall see me. Darkness and shadow must be my shelter, and your fate shall be forgotten, never remebered.

The pale moon stayed still in the deep blue of the night. Frozen, cold. Just as his heart.

The sky now goes backwards. I start to lose the notion of time and space. It’s getting dark. The abyss gets bigger. I cannot whistand the foulness of it. I can’t. i’m being absorbed into this evil place, this inferno, the souls seek for me, want me. This is the end. I failed. I finally realize it. I finally know. He took it away from me, the warmth of my body. The beat of my heart. My mind starts to disappear, merging into this everlasting darkness. I wasn’t clever enough.

End.