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El que a buen libro: Detrás de la portada/For a Good Book: Behind the Cover(ESP-ENG) by @ali-nhyamar78 on 3Speak
Hola amigos de esta comunidad que tanto ama la literatura. Hoy en este espacio el que ha buen libro se arrima les traigo un vídeo que se realizó con el nombre detrás de la portada y que fue realiza...
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Hello, my name is Aliangana Gonzalez, I'm a writer, and I'm a writer of the Ciuderdas, and in the city of San Fueblo, and in the 2012, and in the same province of the city of Spueblood, and in the year 2004, Premio Segues, in Critica Literary in the year 2019, as in other presions in different concurses in the city of Santa Clara, and the premium of the city of town in the house in different years. I'm here, to present them one of the two books, of which I have published, either for Reign of the Mar or the Victoria's Mecena. In this case, the Rios Plankos, the Victoria's Mecena, and the other book published by Reina of the Mar is The Nogne of the Tierra, the And well, I'm going to make a lecture of some of the poems that are in the book, The Rios Plano's. The PAN NU-N-N-Untoes. One suede is a pan, to have a pan, never the first has abandoned, never the second, has been offered. Although, no ungrubrowned, there's notoriety as my body has taken into the morad. When, socially a pan, I can't, fail the consistency of the atreliement. Only to refuerses, I'm due to give a commisible pass, when I've been to imparting me, after tantos mersteres. My mother, still, still expects her misholong that every morning, does devora. I'm trying to be then a pan sensible, for his mordidas, the Some children, atraping me, thanks to his hunger, Fiel Amiga that my mintants, yet then, to be it sootheable, for that others to sustain, and the pannes, reparting like the Naviard, one, two, three intents of my gans, are my fingers, are my deados, are my deados, indicating the death, the hour of the Cena, diversations on the mess, And well, another poem of the book, the poem that titula, the book The Rios Blankus, a fragment. A Gohah Blanca, could be in Amsetia and to feel as living as a life solitary. A bohahsha is putt of a book irreverent, an ordinary, anna-carra, she usually initiate a testament. No, I do then, it's the last time that I recall the city, because there's a bohaz black to write my testament, But if I recall the city, the last time, and my man, Infelis Pemps, Your Cavalier, Salim, we're to come to this city, one way for our, that enormous edificio, symptoms of a nemo, emperendor, another bitacquen in these streets, river, rio, illuminate, that us envuble, and just to part us offres, to leave an hour a hoja in the madera, our balsa, supposedly, was a mess, a mess, a without fines migratumios. The Rios Blasco, I hope you the Lentura, and we'll have liked at the Lentura, and we'll see in another moment.
@angeluxx: Great—I like literature and poets; it’s wonderful to hear you. and to hear the poetry spoken by its own author !LADY