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Araimilove hate
Based on the short film of the same name, with Ben Wishawn and Hayley Atwell. Santos Luzardo was a genuinely nice person. He worked for charity, was always cheerful and in a good mood and treated people well. Until one day he meets on his way home a beautiful, devilish and ironic woman who is said to be his rage in human form. With her, Santos will discover a new world inside and outside of himself. Learning to see the world with other eyes and learning to love her. Loving your anger, Bárbara Guaimaran.
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Bárbara Guaimarán's first name appears when she is very young. The second takes her by surprise when she is riding. The third comes in a moment of pain. Doña Bárbara in a universe where her soulmate's name appears on her skin like a tattoo.
Barbara is not sure how it happens. When she realizes it, she is the stereotypical embodiment of a sailor. A lover in every port. She also can't tell which came first. She met Julio before Pedro, but got involved with Pedro before Julio. And before Pedro, there was Andrés. Alex was the first she met, but he was the second to last to get involved with her. And she still had Alejandro and Juan. And recently, because of her foolishness and curiosity and newfound good heart, Paulina.
Marisela knew in her heart that this boy had charted a completely different path for her life just by existing. Even so, she could count on one hand the number of times she had seen him during her life.
One day Barbara wakes up and discovers that she wasted a lot of time on what didn't make you happy...
Entre encontros inesperados, lembranças que insistem em voltar e caminhos que parecem se cruzar por acaso, uma velha conhecida tem a tarefa de narrar aquilo que acontece entre as linhas. Mas nem toda história nasce com um destino definido. Às vezes, algumas pessoas chegam para ficar. Outras, apenas para ensinar alguma coisa antes de partir. Há encontros que parecem coincidência, sentimentos que surgem sem aviso e escolhas que podem mudar completamente o rumo de uma vida. E, enquanto as páginas avançam, uma pergunta permanece: será que somos nós que escolhemos nossos caminhos... ou alguns deles já estavam destinados a nos encontrar? Entre acasos, encontros e destinos, talvez a verdadeira história esteja justamente naquilo que nenhuma das três ainda sabe como terminar.
De novo... De novo... Uma última vez! Lobo implorou com a boca seca e os olhos arregalados de terror diante do fim, e do fracasso, de sua missão. O mundo que conheceu sendo afogado em chamas impetuosas; os gritos de agonia dos druidas e dos humanos; o calor sufocante o envolvendo antes que a escuridão o abraçasse... Quando o último resquício de luz ainda era visível em sua visão embaçada, Lobo murmurou o encantamento... e recomeçou.