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Introspective Letters: The Inner Struggles of Flor and Piero, Apuntes de Publicidad y Promoción

This document consists of two interconnected narratives. The first one is a letter written by flor, a reflective and introspective young woman who shares her thoughts and feelings about time, love, and her own identity. The second narrative is about piero, a scientist who undergoes a transformation after an accident, leading him to discover new aspects of himself. Together, these stories explore themes of self-discovery, identity, and the human condition.

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2014/2015

Subido el 09/05/2015

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THAT LETTER
I want to introduce myself. I want to tell you my name; I like sweet
popcorn when I am alone and salt when I go to the movies with friends. And I
never look at the time but you will see me always throwing glances at the clock.
Once time, my friend told me that it was because I always want to go against
the clock and that makes me time each special moment. I'm not a bar's girl,
neither I am not stuck at home for hours; simply a girl who gives more heart
than shots and like hugs.
I am the glass half empty waiting for the moment when it becomes full
again and the water overflows into a fit of laughter, which craves more life than
can exist in a container. Maybe that is why I like to see movies where the
protagonist falls in love with the beautiful and strong boy in the corner of a
beautiful boat. Before you go, let me tell you that I could portray in a photograph
your smile under the Madrid sun in one of those places that everyone asks
where is, and in fact there is the alley in front of his portal. Also I have to warn
that this mask that I wear create continuous confusion that end up being
reflected in the mirror of my writings, I'm not a tough girl, though perhaps not as
simple as others. I am an observer, a lot. Moreover, that made me some
headache when I hear a laugh that does not fit or a tear that does not drown.
Maybe that is why that we are poet's echo, we know when to use words
and when silence them. If someday I let out a note under your door, you will see
that I have a tiny print and although people say that is because of my low self-
esteem, I believe it is because I still have to grow up and leave my delicate and
tender partner, innocence. However, in real way, if I have to warn you about
something, I will do on my continuing need to escape. My eternal inner struggle
that makes me confuse freedom with the sweet dependence of another
heartbeat. And these letters, each of these words with makes me a prisoner and
a lover. By the way, my name is Flor, Latin origin name that means serenity and
nature and breaks much as almost bitter. Flor, remember well, please.
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THAT LETTER

I want to introduce myself. I want to tell you my name; I like sweet popcorn when I am alone and salt when I go to the movies with friends. And I never look at the time but you will see me always throwing glances at the clock. Once time, my friend told me that it was because I always want to go against the clock and that makes me time each special moment. I'm not a bar's girl, neither I am not stuck at home for hours; simply a girl who gives more heart than shots and like hugs.

I am the glass half empty waiting for the moment when it becomes full again and the water overflows into a fit of laughter, which craves more life than can exist in a container. Maybe that is why I like to see movies where the protagonist falls in love with the beautiful and strong boy in the corner of a beautiful boat. Before you go, let me tell you that I could portray in a photograph your smile under the Madrid sun in one of those places that everyone asks where is, and in fact there is the alley in front of his portal. Also I have to warn that this mask that I wear create continuous confusion that end up being reflected in the mirror of my writings, I'm not a tough girl, though perhaps not as simple as others. I am an observer, a lot. Moreover, that made me some headache when I hear a laugh that does not fit or a tear that does not drown.

Maybe that is why that we are poet's echo, we know when to use words and when silence them. If someday I let out a note under your door, you will see that I have a tiny print and although people say that is because of my low self- esteem, I believe it is because I still have to grow up and leave my delicate and tender partner, innocence. However, in real way, if I have to warn you about something, I will do on my continuing need to escape. My eternal inner struggle that makes me confuse freedom with the sweet dependence of another heartbeat. And these letters, each of these words with makes me a prisoner and a lover. By the way, my name is Flor, Latin origin name that means serenity and nature and breaks much as almost bitter. Flor, remember well, please.

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VOYAGES

Long long far away in thousands kilometres down water on the marine deeps there was a little submarine ancient. It was there since many years and on its good times was a wonderful house of a crazy scientist.

The story started on 1806, when a really recognized scientist with the most powerful brain on the world, whose name was Piero. He was a really happy man that everyday went to his laboratory with a smile on his face. All people liked Piero because he was a truly nice man. Piero was not alone on his life. He lived on a pretty house with his family: his wife Annabelle, his two twins Jake and Paul, his sweet daughter Alice and his old mother Mary. He had all could want a man on his life: a wonderful family, a big house, an excellent work and especially love.

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"Child," She whispers. The youngest comes forward, smiling widely at being called.

"Hi Figure, I missed you." Child smiled widely, looking up at her. Figure nodded, studying the young one. Innocence radiated from her in waves, filling the older girl with pain that threatened to send her to her knees.

"Or to the knife, right Figure," The gruff voice made Figure's head snap up.

"Middle!" Child cried, running over and hugging the other character. For a brief moment the hardness falters as she gazes down at Child before slamming back into place.

"Hello Child," Middle steps away and towards Figure. "You didn't answer me, Figure. Or to the knife, right?" A pale arm snaps up to show the red angry cuts on her bicep. Figure knew if she looked down she would be able to see other cuts peeking out from below her shorts.

"I'm sorry," She whispered, shaking her head. This is what she saw every time. And she hated it.

"Well…at least you haven't gotten weak enough to off yourself." Middle scoffed, crossing her arms.

"I'm never going to do that."

"Right."

Figure turns away, back to the mirror. She sees this every time she looks in the mirror, ever since she was young and HE happened. Shaking her head something in the corner, right in between Middle and Child catches her eye and she sees a light with someone coming towards her. A warm smile is on their face and a caring hand is reaching out. "Laura," Figure whispers before turning to look at Middle. "I see you every time I look into a mirror…every time I close

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my eyes.

"But now I see her too…and that's all I need to." For so long she only saw the parts of herself that the hatred of her life had created or that she had locked away. But lately the love of one had created another, one that was trusting of others and willing to love. That was the one she loved to see.

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