Antonio Preti And Wikipedia

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and said many times that their love was so great that even death could never separate, since the absence of the body would not prevent the spirit, either, still alive. Finally, what is death for those willing to love even beyond the end of the world?

One night I got no reason, I thought maybe intuition necessary. I walked with trembling steps by caor long black hair that framed her features inspiring fear, and her red lips were curved into a smile scary. His body was extremely pale, and lifeless eyes, deep black which was a reflection of hell itself, and which, through my body with their eyes of evil. would have been useless to me questioned about his identity, it appeared that was the one that takes the souls to make a cold body with stiff muscles, and eyes glassy.

And probably in a few minutes llevaríaa me me and my prince awokeyou, the sight and walked to the doorway, where I watched, with a look envenenante, a familiar and terrible slender figure.

- You I shouted, his voice cut and gasped. - What did you do?! ¿! What you did to my prince? "I repeated to see a grin on his face.

"Nothing that he does not want. "He said, eyebrows arched.

- supposed & iacuhard that I drowned in my own pain, then fell into the following conclusion: who in their right mind would love the holy death? - Gradually as I could see her dark eyes were reddened and moist as the words were uttered by her red lips. Although I do not miss ever shed a tear.

-If you really loved him so much ... So why did he take his life so cruelly? I asked in a whisper.

CHamp; desktop search n loves me! He promised me! He swore that death does not separate us! - I cried and clung desperately to her body, cold as steel. She shook her head slowly.

"Now your soul belongs to me ... only me. "Uttered the last words an echo of terror.

A fine mist covered her slender, pale body, and after a moment, disappeared. Twinges of pain invaded my body to tear more miraclesimas again, and continued sobbing on my prince. Watching him closely, I noticed a piece of parchment looming down on his shoulder. Carefully, I pulled her to me with the hope that they were words written by him to soothe my wounded heart.

my beloved princess

As I

repeated before, the absence of the body does not prevent my spirit still love you. I love you more thanng, healed. Although some nights the pain brought tears me melancholy.

Now, here I am, watching my final hours pass slow, waiting for that scary and wicked woman feels on the edge of my bed to stop the beating of my heart.

feel cold air in the room and immediately recognize the slim body that has been sitting next to me. A pale hand is resting on my heart, which emits heartbeats difficult to implement because of the years.

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I loved him so he wanted it only for me, so that what tore his beloved princess, which later the cursed with immortality eternally for not having returned to his beloved.

Many argue that if you really would have loved, I would let him live, but my cheeks are not rosy, I have no pulse in my wrists or my neck, shed no blood and scarlet. I loved it not so human was not possible without a heart that would allow me. And yet, I know he loves the princess,then finally, the powers of death will not beat the holy love.