Eran las 3 am, la brisa me erizaba la piel, el reflejo de la luna en el agua alumbraba el ambiente con una luz plateada, era una llena, la marea estaba baja, el mar se escuchaba en calma. De dónde vino el grito ? Se siente sola la noche, escucho la espuma del mar filtrarse por la arena. Lo escucho otra vez, corro hacia el sonido, no siento las manos, los labios se me congelan, veo sombras y de rep...

It was a Sunday afternoon, Sundays were the days Soledad went to the park. She was a peculiar girl, she loved wearing stripe dresses, the issue was Soledad could only see in black and white so she never knew what color were the stripes.

Soledad often felt very lonely, school wasn’t easy for her, specially art class, where she couldn’t identify the colors and her parents spent more hours working ...