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Una actualización rápida sobre la protagonista de Velas en la Distancia, debida a que hoy es el día de "La Guerra de las Galaxias".

Todos los cuatro de mayo son el día de La Guerra de las Galaxias, ya que la frase "May the 4th be with you" (que el cuatro de mayo te acompañe) suena en inglés casi igual que "May the force be with you" (que la Fuerza te acompañe).

¿Y cuál es la relación? Neivria está inspirada en los pícaros, tal y como aparecieron en la literatura española desde el Lazarillo de Tormes. La novela picaresca, un invento español, es relativamente bien conocida en España y, quizá, en Sudamérica, pero muy desconocida en países de habla inglesa. En lo que respecta a sus objetivos, Neivria es una versión "malvada" de El Buscón, el personaje de Quevedo. Mientras que el Buscón pertenece a una familia de sinvergüenzas y su objetivo es llegar a ser un caballero, esto es, alguien honorable, Neivria nació en el seno de una familia honrada y su objetivo es convertirse en pirata.

Pero cuando hablo de la versión en inglés, no aclaro nada si digo que Neivria tiene ciertos paralelismos con el Buscón, un pícaro protagonista de la novela en que aparece. Así que siempre digo que un ejemplo de personaje bien conocido que se parecería a Neivria es Han Solo, concretamente el de la primera película de 1977. Han Solo es un buen ejemplo de "pícaro" que desempeña un papel muy importante en la historia en la que aparece. Hay muy pocos pícaros famosos con papeles relevantes y él es una excepción. Comparte con Neivria muchas cosas: la dificultad para tener jefes (vive de hacer encargos), el trato constante con delicuentes, un punto de arrogancia y su imprevisibilidad.

Y esa es la relación, así que ¡Feliz día de La Guerra de las Galaxias!

                       
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A quick update about the main female character of Sails in the Distance, because today is Star Wars day: fourth of May is Star Wars day... "May the 4th be with you".

Which is the connection with my character? Neivria is inspired in swindlers, as they appeared in Spanish literature from the Lazarillo de Tormes. Picaresque novel was a Spanish invention and it is relatively well known in Spain and, perhaps, in Southern America, but it is really unknown in English-speaking countries. Regarding her goals, Neivria is an "evil" version of Quevedo's Swindler. Swindler's parents were criminals but his goal is becoming a Knight. Neivria's parents are honest farmers and her dream is becoming a feared pirate.

But talking about the English version of the novel to English-speakers, they don't know Quevedo or the Spanish picaresque novels (The Swindler by Quevedo, Lazarillo de Tormes, Rinconete y Cortadillo by Cervantes...). So an example of a very famous character in countries where English or Spanish are spoken is Han Solo, at least, in the first film from 1977. Han Solo is a well known example of a "swindler" who plays a very important role in the story. Han Solo is one of the few famous and relevant swindlers and shares with Neivria some traits: the difficulties for having a boss (he only accept orders by "customers"), he deals all the time with criminals, he has a point of arrogance and he is a bit unpredictable.

So, that is the connection. Have a happy Star Wars day.
My novel and May the 4th be with you (bilingual)
A brief bilingual (Spanish and English) article about the little connection between Star Wars and one of my protagonists. Only for updating because I am too busy for uploading now a new chapter :(
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I am really busy these weeks, so for telling everybody that I'm still alive, I will share a song, sung in Galician (again :D ). The main topic is honoring old people living in rural areas. These people keep legends and stories about old times that, hopefully, young people will discover and will not forget:



The lyrics were translated by Bruno LeCathare (I hope that he doesn't mind that I am sharing here). I corrected a small error. As usual in Luar Na Lubre lyrics, they are poetry.

ECHOES FROM BEYOND

There is a whisper that moves the wind through the air
That makes the soul feel small when it's felt
There is a whisper that knows the earth and the salt
That still has a voice in which it resides
And some young lad insisting to inquire
Will discover a thousand stories
In the calm eyes of whom knew how to keep
Echoes from beyond

In his/her voice
There is to unravel
In each sentence a different song
About what was and what is coming to be
In his/her voice
The time left unforgotten
A whispering praise
In his/her voice

There can't be silence when I see you trying
To embrace the whole world at once
And so there starts to fall down
Words that leave a trail
Ancient legends about mountains, about the sea
And tales born in fireplaces
Begin to take form in front of you
Echoes from beyond

In your voice
The Light will be drawn
Casting the shadows that let us know
That there are more things than the others can see
In your voice
Ancestral pathways
Will come alive again, my dear
In your voice

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Neivria could calm herself enough for stopping crying during the time that she needed for leaving the alley, but she had not overcome yet her annoyance for a so humiliating failure.

When she saw again to Loztu, after having evaded him and understanding that she had no escape, she was about to give up and return the pendant to him; however, she felt really tired of failing. He was so little that she could not attack him with her entire strength: it would have been as hitting a child and if she gave him a hard kick in his head, she was afraid of breaking his head open. Despite the time passed, remembering how wrecked Palava was when they separated them still was a torment for Neivria, and she did not want to add to her awful memories the one of a gravely injured Hakol. In addition to the fact that she could be jailed if she injured him, Loztu was not a rotten like the one that tried to rape her, but a too gullible innocent who only wanted to recover his jewel.

She only needed to floor or move him and running, but she hit him too weakly and she did not expect that a so little man could move so fast and strike so hard. For a moment, she did not know what had happened; suddenly, she found herself huddled up, unable to breath. She felt defenseless, she saw herself locked in a cell during long years and she started to cry, that was something really shameful. The Hakol knew exactly what he was doing: he immobilized her right arm and sat on her belly in order to not letting her to move. However, he was really naive: he had left his throat unprotected and Neivria prepared herself for attacking him there. But she felt very anxious because that hit was her only chance of escaping. She would not underestimate him a second time: she would hit him in his Adam's apple with all of her might. The problem was that Moreit, after teaching her that technique, had warned her that a hard hit in that point was usually lethal, but she had no other way for defending herself if the Hakol tried to strike her. She was sure: she would die in jail if she were jailed during several years.

By this, she humiliated herself even more and begged him that he does not hit her. If her foe had put his arm back to punching her, she would have attacked first and, in any case, Neivria would be lost. If, as it was likely, she killed him, she would have to escape from Albe with the clothes on her back, without an opportunity for saying goodbye to Olvanda or recovering her arms, in order to hide in the mountains; otherwise she would be hanged. And although she could survive in the mountains, she would have Loztu's death on her conscience during the rest of her life. If she gave a beating to him, she would have a couple of hours for picking up provisions and her arms, but she would have nowhere to go excepting, again, the mountains. And if she took a beating from the Hakol, she would end badly injured and jailed. Fortunately, the Hakol was compassionate and Neivria became so demoralized due to be so close to kill to an innocent that she became unable to defend herself; she only had the strength to cry and plead. And, apparently, Loztu felt moved enough to leave her go.

After going out the alley, she walked down the street holding back tears. She would take hard work to overcome something as humiliating as getting free from the Hakol due to cry as a baby. Then, she thought about something that she was trying to evade: if she could not steal a pendant from a tiny Hakol, she could never earn the respect of a pirate ship crew. She will never become the captain of a pirate ship. She could contain no more; she approached to a wall, leaned her body against a wall and started to cry bitterly again. Her dreams were an unattainable wishes and the best she could do was achieving that the Mayor of Malgate and her own family forgave her and let Neivria to return to her village, whence she should never have gone out. All the kingdoms and empires in the mainland would continue being for her mere names told by the minstrels.

People in Albe were more aloof than the people in her village: nobody seemed to care about others. By this, she did not expect that a woman came close to her and told:

"What's happened to you, sweetie? May I help you?"

Neivria shook her head, but the woman made her turning and hugged her, and she could not reject the hug. The woman seemed to be forty years old; she was fleshy and four inches shorter than her. Neivria continued crying on the woman's shoulders as she asked her tenderly to stop crying. She questioned her about her problems and Neivria, that did not want to tell her the truth, told:

"I feel really alone and everything I do turns out wrong"

The woman asked her to calm down and Neivria continued hugged to her for a while. She only could find solace in an unknown woman and that thinking saddened her. And when she raised her sight for a while, she saw to Loztu, who had passed by them and distanced from them in the same direction that Neivria had taken. She felt furious when she saw him: by his fault, all her dreams were broken. Her life as a thief had finished due to his stubbornness when he did not accept that he had lost the pendant and the way in which he humiliated her. She abhorred Loztu and that feeling made her to react and stopping crying. The Hakol will pay really dearly everything that he did to her. She released herself from the woman and wiping the tears off, she told:

"Thank you very much. I feel better now", and she told, smiling: "I'll find another man"

"Surely", the woman told, "you're very young and very beautiful."

Neivria said farewell to the woman and walked fast for not losing sight of the Hakol. She took from below her bodice a kerchief for covering her hair. The kerchief would not work if she was near to him, but if she keep the distance, if Loztu turned back she could avoid to be recognised by him thanks to the kerchief. The Hakol seemed to be lost, because he tried several times to ask for something to some passers-by. Almost everybody ignored him and some people expressed rejection to him. Finally, a young man did some signs with his arms. Neivria pretended to be admiring some flowers that adorned a window.

Loztu turned a corner and she ran till there in order to peek him. The Hakol walked down a lonely street, what was a problem for Neivria. She had to wait until he was far from her and then she continued. He turned left and she ran until the new corner, and she found that he had already gone out the other street. Fortunately, he could only enter in another wider and crowded street and she found him again.

And when she saw Loztu to come back, she thought that he had seen her. She approached quickly to a couple of men who talked next to a door and questioned them it they knew where the harbour was. She located herself in a place where the men covered her from Loztu's sight, but she could see the Hakol through the space between the men. She realised that Loztu had not seen her: he came back because he had found something that was in the floor, perhaps a coin that he took, examined and finally, put in his doublet. Loztu started to walk again and one of the two men told Neivria:

"Did you hear a single word that I told to you?"

"No. Thanks", and she moved away from them.

The trailing lasted about half of an hour, but everything went well for Neivria. They arrived to a very big square, with an equestrian statue in its center. The square seemed familiar to her, but she did not remember its name. Loztu crossed the square through its centre and she followed him carefully below the arcades. Finally, she saw that the Hakol knocked a very big green door and a very obese man let him pass. There was a sign on the door and that made him to sense that it was an inn, but she wanted to be sure and told to a richly dressed man who walked over there:

"Excuse me, sir, what does that sign say?"

"I've not idea, I can't read, but it's the door of Two Crowns Inn."

"And, which is the name of that square?"

"It's Lanittile Square"

She remembered the name after the man told it. She thanked him and moved away for returning to her home. As she already knew where he stayed, she only needed to get a bit of help and knew where she would find it. She would go next morning because she did not want that the night fell while she was in the Mermaids Square and its surrounding area. In that neighbourhood she could find people willing to give a Hakol a big fright and to steal from him everything that he carried. During her way for returning home, she felt very sad. She felt something similar to the sadness that she experienced when she broke with her last boyfriend. The difference was that she was convinced that she would feel better after getting revenge on Loztu, seeing him to lose that damned pendant and all the money that he carried, and let him know that Neivria was responsible of that.

She crossed a square where there was a market and she felt sad when thought that taking revenge on Loztu would be her last adventure for a long time. She would miss the risk and the excitement, but it was not worth risking if she always failed. What saddened her the most was that she had trailed Loztu as well as any experienced thief. She would find another way for earning money, but she needed to go out Albe, at least for a time. She wondered if her aunt could help her to return to Malgate, although she would not tell Olvanda anything until her revenge were finished.

The night was starting to fall when she came to Wind Square. She crossed it and entered in the Taylors' Street, where Olvanda's house was.
Chapter X: Revenge
Finally, I could upload a new chapter. It's a brief chapter, however, it's very important in Neivria's character arc. I recommend to read the chapter before continuing reading this.

According to Campbell's hero's journey, Neivria has fallen in her darkest hour in this characgter arc. For Loztu, the chasing and the fight were an unpleasant incidents, but they had no consequences. For Neivria is a so severe defeat that she, for the first time, is willing to give up and forget her dreams. And, at last, we know why she cried so much and why she begged Loztu for not punching her. Neivria begged because she did not want to kill him, and the biggest part of her distress was caused because she had thought seriously about killing somebody for the first time in her life. Loztu was lucky because he was not cruel, he was well trained and, by this, he tends to use only the indispensable violence for defeating his foe.

Loztu will have to face problems soon... For Neivria, this is not over.
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Neivria había conseguido calmarse lo suficiente para no seguir llorando en el tiempo que le llevó abandonar el callejón sin salida, pero el disgusto por aquel fracaso tan humillante aún no se le había pasado.

Cuando vio aparecer de nuevo a Loztu tras haberlo despistado y comprobó que no tenía escapatoria estuvo a punto de rendirse y devolverle el colgante; sin embargo, se sentía muy harta de fracasar. Era tan pequeño que no fue capaz de atacarle en serio: era como pegarle a un niño, y si le daba una patada con fuerza en la cabeza podía llegar a abrírsela. A pesar del tiempo que había pasado, aún le atormentaba recordar lo destrozada que estaba Palava cuando las separaron y sumar a aquella imagen la de un hakol malherido no le hacía gracia. Aparte de que podía terminar en la cárcel si le hería, no se trataba de un canalla como aquel que quiso forzarla, sino de un infeliz demasiado confiado que sólo quería recuperar su joya.

Sólo necesitaba derribarlo o desplazarlo y salir corriendo, pero le golpeó con demasiada debilidad, y no esperaba que un hombre tan pequeño pudiera moverse tan rápido y pegar con tanta fuerza. Por un instante, no supo qué había pasado, sólo que se vio encogida en el suelo sin poder respirar. Se sintió indefensa, se vio encerrada en una celda durante años y, para su vergüenza, empezó a llorar. El hakol sabía lo que hacía: le inmovilizó un brazo y se sentó sobre ella para que no se moviera, pero era muy inocente. Había desprotegido la garganta y Neivria se preparó para atacarle ahí. Y que aquella fuera su única oportunidad de escapar la angustió mucho más. No le subestimaría una segunda vez: iba a golpearle en la nuez con todas sus fuerzas. El problema era que Moreit, tras enseñarle aquella técnica, le había advertido que golpear con fuerza la garganta solía ser mortal, pero no tenía otra defensa si el hakol intentaba pegarle. Estaba segura de que se moriría en la cárcel si la encerraban durante varios años.

Por eso, se humilló aún más y le suplicó que no le pegase. Si su rival hubiera echado el brazo con que la amenazaba hacia atrás, ella habría atacado primero, y pasara lo que pasase, Neivria estaría perdida. Si como era probable, le mataba, habría tenido que salir de Albe con lo puesto, sin poder despedirse de Olvanda o recoger sus armas, y esconderse en los montes o la colgarían. Y aunque pudiera sobrevivir en las montañas, habría cargado con la muerte del hakol el resto de su vida. Si le daba una paliza, tendría un par de horas para llevarse víveres y sus armas, pero no tendría adónde ir que no fueran los montes. Y si el hakol la molía a golpes, acabaría malherida y en la cárcel. Por suerte, el hakol tuvo compasión y Neivria se sintió tan desmoralizada por haber estado a punto de matar a un inocente que ya no habría sido capaz de defenderse; sólo tenía ánimos para llorar y suplicar. Y, al parecer, Loztu se había conmovido lo suficiente para dejarla ir.

Tras salir del callejón, caminó por la calle tragándose las lágrimas. Le iba a costar mucho esfuerzo superar la humillación de haberse librado gracias a llorar como una niña pequeña. Entonces, pensó en algo que llevaba un rato eludiendo. Si no era capaz de robarle un colgante a un hakol diminuto, le sería imposible hacerse respetar por una tripulación de piratas. Nunca podría capitanear un barco pirata. No pudo contenerse; se acercó a una pared, se apoyó en el muro y se puso a llorar de nuevo. El suyo era un sueño imposible y lo mejor que podía hacer era conseguir que el alcalde de Malgate y su propia familia la perdonasen y la dejaran regresar a su pueblo, de donde no tendría que haber salido. Todos los reinos e imperios del continente seguirían siendo para ella simples nombres que cantaban los juglares.

La gente de Albe era mucho más distante que la de su pueblo: a nadie parecía importarle lo que le pasara a los demás. Por eso, no se esperaba que una mujer se le acercase y le dijera:

—¿Qué te pasa, pequeña? ¿Puedo ayudarte?

Neivria negó con la cabeza, pero la mujer la volvió para abrazarla y no pudo rechazarla. Aparentaba unos cuarenta años, estaba entrada en carnes y era diez centímetros más baja que ella. Se abrazó y siguió llorando sobre su hombro, mientras la mujer intentaba confortarla. Le pidió que no llorase más, que le contara qué le pasaba y Neivria, que no estaba dispuesta a decirle la verdad, le dijo:

—Estoy muy sola y todo me sale mal.

La mujer le pidió que se calmara y Neivria siguió un rato abrazada. Le resultaba muy triste que ya solo pudiera hallar consuelo en una desconocida. Y cuando alzó la vista un instante, vio a Loztu, quien las había rebasado y se alejaba en la misma dirección que ella había tomado. Sintió rabia al verle: él era el culpable de que sus sueños se hubieran hecho pedazos. Su tozudez, el no aceptar que había perdido el colgante y cómo la humilló al quitárselo eran las causas de que todo hubiera terminado. Odiaba con todas sus fuerzas al hakol y aquel sentimiento la hizo reaccionar y dejarse de llantos. Loztu iba a pagar muy caro lo que le había hecho. Se soltó de la mujer y limpiándose las lágrimas le dijo:

—Muchas gracias. Ya estoy mucho mejor—. Y, sonriendo, le dijo—: ya encontraré a otro hombre.

—Seguro que sí —dijo la mujer—, eres muy joven y muy guapa.

Se despidió y apretó el paso para no perder de vista al hakol. Se sacó de debajo del corpiño un pañuelo para el pelo y se lo anudó bajo la mandíbula. Aquello, como era obvio, no le serviría de cerca, pero si mantenía las distancias y Loztu se volvía, tenía posibilidades de despistarle si llevaba el pelo cubierto por un pañuelo. El hakol parecía estar perdido porque hizo varios intentos de preguntar a algún transeunte. Casi todos hacían caso omiso y algunos le dedicaban un gesto de rechazo. Al fin, un joven le hizo varias indicaciones con los brazos. Neivria fingió estar admirando unas flores que adornaban una ventana.

Loztu dobló una esquina y corrió hacia allí para asomarse con mucha cautela. El hakol había tomado una calle muy vacía, lo que era un problema para Neivria. Tuvo que esperar a que se alejara mucho y sólo entonces avanzó tras él. Giró a su izquierda y ella corrió hasta la nueva desviación. Y se encontró que ya había salido de allí. Por suerte, sólo podía haber entrado en una calle bastante más amplia y concurrida y volvió a dar con él.

Y cuando le vio volverse pensó que la había descubierto. Se giró rápido y le preguntó a dos hombres que conversaban junto a una puerta que si sabían llegar al puerto. Se movió lo suficiente para que los hombres la taparan pero pudiera ver al hakol  por el espacio que dejaban. Comprobó aliviada que no la había descubierto; se había vuelto porque había reparado en algo en el suelo, quizá una moneda, ya que cogió algo, lo examinó y se lo guardó en el jubón. Loztu empezó a andar de nuevo cuando uno de los hombres le dijo:

—¿Has oído algo de lo que te he dicho?

—No. Gracias— y se alejó de ellos.

La persecución duró casi media hora, pero no hubo más sobresaltos hasta que llegaron a una plaza muy grande, con una estatua ecuestre en su centro. A Neivria le sonaba, pero no recordaba el nombre. Loztu cruzó la plaza por el centro, y ella le siguió por debajo de los soportales. Por fin, le vio llamar a una puerta verde muy grande de dos hojas y un hombre muy gordo le hizo pasar. Había un cartel encima de la puerta, lo que le hizo sospechar que era una posada, pero quiso asegurarse y le dijo a un hombre bien vestido que pasaba por allí:

—Disculpe, ¿qué dice en ese cartel?

—Ni idea, no sé leer, pero esa es la Posada de las Dos Coronas.

—¿Y esa plaza de ahí, cómo se llama?

—Es la plaza Lanittile.

Lo recordó al decírselo el hombre. Le dio las gracias y se alejó de allí, de vuelta a casa. Ahora que ya sabía dónde se alojaba, sólo le faltaba conseguir algo de ayuda, y sabía dónde la iba a encontrar. Iría la mañana siguiente porque no quería que se le hiciera de noche en la Plaza de las Sirenas y sus alrededores. Allí estaba segura de encontrar a gente dispuesta a darle un buen susto a un hakol y quitarle todo lo que llevara encima. Durante el camino, se sentía muy triste. Notaba algo parecido a cuando rompió con su último novio, pero a diferencia de lo que sucedía entonces, confiaba en que vengarse de Loztu, verle perder aquel maldito colgante y todo el dinero que llevara y dejarle claro que Neivria había sido la responsable, la haría sentir mucho mejor.

Pasó por una plaza donde había mercado y se apenó al pensar en que aquella sería su última aventura por el momento. Echaría de menos la emoción y el riesgo, pero aquello no valía la pena si siempre fracasaba. Lo más triste de todo era que había seguido al hakol tan bien como lo haría una ladrona experta. Encontraría alguna forma de ganar dinero, pero necesitaba irse de Albe, al menos por un tiempo. No dejaba de preguntarse si su tía podría ayudarla a regresar a Malgate, aunque no iba a decirle nada hasta haberse vengado.

Empezaba a oscurecer cuando llegó a la Plaza del Viento. La cruzó y entró en la calle de los sastres, donde estaba la casa de su tía.
Capitulo X: Venganza
Al fin he tenido tiempo de subir un nuevo capítulo. Es un capítulo breve aunque bastante importante en el arco de personaje de Neivria. Recomiendo leer el capítulo antes de seguir leyendo el comentario.

De acuerdo con el camino del héroe de Campbell, Neivria, en este primer arco argumental, ha caído en su punto más oscuro. Lo que para Loztu ha sido un incidente desagradable, pero breve y sin consecuencias, para Neivria ha sido una derrota lo bastante severa como para que desee renunciar a sus sueños. Y, al fin, sabemos por qué lloraba tanto y por que le suplicó a Loztu que parase. Neivria le suplicó a Loztu porque no quería matarlo y buena parte de su desconsuelo era porque, por primera vez en su vida, había pensado en serio en matar a alguien. Loztu tuvo la suerte de no ser cruel, de estar bien entrenado y, por tanto, tender a usar sólo la fuerza necesaria para derrotar a su rival.

Se avecinan problemas para Loztu... Para Neivria esto no se ha acabado.
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I am really busy these weeks, so for telling everybody that I'm still alive, I will share a song, sung in Galician (again :D ). The main topic is honoring old people living in rural areas. These people keep legends and stories about old times that, hopefully, young people will discover and will not forget:



The lyrics were translated by Bruno LeCathare (I hope that he doesn't mind that I am sharing here). I corrected a small error. As usual in Luar Na Lubre lyrics, they are poetry.

ECHOES FROM BEYOND

There is a whisper that moves the wind through the air
That makes the soul feel small when it's felt
There is a whisper that knows the earth and the salt
That still has a voice in which it resides
And some young lad insisting to inquire
Will discover a thousand stories
In the calm eyes of whom knew how to keep
Echoes from beyond

In his/her voice
There is to unravel
In each sentence a different song
About what was and what is coming to be
In his/her voice
The time left unforgotten
A whispering praise
In his/her voice

There can't be silence when I see you trying
To embrace the whole world at once
And so there starts to fall down
Words that leave a trail
Ancient legends about mountains, about the sea
And tales born in fireplaces
Begin to take form in front of you
Echoes from beyond

In your voice
The Light will be drawn
Casting the shadows that let us know
That there are more things than the others can see
In your voice
Ancestral pathways
Will come alive again, my dear
In your voice

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I will start to fill my profile. First of all, I must say that English is not my native tongue, so I would like to apologise for the mistakes in my texts. If your mother tongue is English, your corrections will be welcome.

I will use this place to publish erotic tales. I am too shy for writting this kind of literature, so in this profile I will always remain annonymous.

A very important remark is that my writtings are intended to be respectful with the women (and with the men). I will never write about humiliations, rapes or other kind of topics that could be interpreted as a defense of treating women as if they were born only to be sexual objects. If you think that this is my goal then, probably, I will need to improve a lot my English.

I hope that you enjoy my writtings, when published.

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Inevia Featured By Owner May 14, 2016  Hobbyist Writer
Thank you SO much for the llama! Heart  I will try my best to keep it safe. :D (Big Grin)  
By the way, if you enjoy sensual/erotic stories, make sure you swing by my gallery
and maybe, if my writing pleases you enough, add me to your Watch list,
cause there sure is more where all that came from! Heart  Heart  Heart 
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DarkElixir Featured By Owner Jan 18, 2016  Hobbyist Writer
Thanks for the watch! :D
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Imageshr Featured By Owner Jan 19, 2016
You're welcome
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Luperkalia Featured By Owner Dec 3, 2015  Hobbyist Photographer
Rain Stars Blue (Free) hello there Rain Stars Blue (Free) 

and thanks very much for watching me ~ it really means a lot to me and I appreciate your support Misc Emoji-12 (Stars 2) [V1]  Have a wonderful weekend Aww 
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Imageshr Featured By Owner Dec 4, 2015
You're welcome. The same to you :)
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Runshin Featured By Owner Sep 24, 2015  Professional Digital Artist
150816 - Thank You-2 by Runshin  
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Imageshr Featured By Owner Oct 13, 2015
You're welcome :)
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UnicornQueen123 Featured By Owner Jul 3, 2015  Hobbyist Photographer
Thanks you for the fav! It means a lot! :) :D
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Imageshr Featured By Owner Jul 6, 2015
You are welcome. The photo is wonderful; I love cats :)
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UnicornQueen123 Featured By Owner Jul 6, 2015  Hobbyist Photographer
Thank you :) And yes same 
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