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La Vocecita Pdf Completo It is the voice telling the story. A dream, a star, has an unfinished song in its throat. The hour hand of time dances in circles around the main thread. It was only yesterday our earthly paths were wrinkled with lines that no map could hope to follow. Every path leads to the same point but before arriving there we must go into darkness, then come back out into light at last ... for this world will soon grow old and die again. The time is coming when man will break his chains and fly again, up to the stars where he was born. But this time he will be free, for it is then that the voice will speak to him. This story begins in the history of our species since the dawn of history. Once upon a time, men saw miracles happening before their very eyes and believed that they were true. And so it happened that the great powers of the sublime world were going to be unleashed by a handful of foolish people who did not know what they were doing. They were going to bring about a change in the world that would have been unthinkable at any other time in history. It is the story of a boy from a farm in the mountains of South America who discovered that he had powers worthy of a god. However, this power is not granted to him for his own benefit but to use it as a champion for a cause. He goes along on a long and difficult journey with many challenges, where he has to fight against opponents who have more power than he can ever have. So it happened that the secret was born one night when the little voice inside him called out so clearly and so loudly ... "Venga!" His eyes opened impatiently as if awoken from sleep by some force from outside. He did not know where he was for a moment, and then everything came back to him like a heavy blow. He could not remember how he got there or why, and then his memory served him and the images of the past few hours flew across his mind like a dream. He remembered ... "Get up!" Again the voice shook him violently. And again he felt anger rising inside like a volcano, sending hot glowing ashes into his throat, ready to overflow at any second. He saw the light of day coming through the cracks in the shack and tried to get up but his body did not move. It lay there half-dead while his mind raced forward at full speed ahead. He tried to fight the anger rising inside him with all his strength but it was of no use. He had nothing left. All he could do was scream at the top of his lungs: "Leave me alone!" He screamed and screamed over and over again until his voice went silent and all he could hear was a dull echoing sound — like a voice whispered in the distance — and then quiet. Everything around him seemed to be in slow motion as if time were standing still. The sun had risen high enough for its light to shine through the cracks in the walls of the shack, turning into colored rays that pierced his eyes like knives. The rays shot into those empty places where once there had been hopes and dreams ... His hopes ... cfa1e77820
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