Bajo La Misma Estrella Libro Novels & Stories

She was listening to Lucas mythical tale of some constellations. Irina loved star gazing. After his work done, her father used to take her to the river bank where horizon unrolled its beauty. But he never told her such story like Lucas did now. “I’d like to read that story too. Can you recommend the book for me?” Irina requested. “Err… I don’t think I’ve read it from the library.” “Huh?” “I think it’s within my head.” When Lucas saw Irina’s puzzle expression, he shifted the subject. Handing her a saucer like object. “It can make you see the stars closely.”

"When you talked about libraries with such passion... I wanted to give you something special." I turn slowly in place, trying to absorb every detail. The library unfolds before me like a dream. Dark mahogany bookcases stretch in all directions, climbing at least three stories up where they meet a ceiling that's been meticulously painted to resemble the night sky. Constellations I recognize—Orion, Cassiopeia, Ursa Major—twinkle against deep blue, giving the impression that we're reading beneath the stars.

He also knows how to get tired, and it will be even more peaceful when I rest near the person I love the most. The curtains had not yet been drawn, revealing a view of the night sky. The bright moonlight is no longer lonely because it is surrounded by the company of twinkling stars. And those starlights are no longer easily obscured by the noisy lights because it has embraced a gentle full moon, enough to illuminate and give it an area to remember. The moon and stars illuminate the world, cover life with a warm light, and cherish in the heart a passionate love. How many things have gone through, is far away, is life and death, but looking back, love is still as beautiful as the day it just

Elliot could no longer match the image of his savior to the wanton and wild thing partying away the night. Chloe stared at the message thread showing the "read" tag beneath the video and frowned in displeasure. "Why isn't Graf saying anything? Doesn't she constantly fuss over his well-being?" Her friend shrugged, equally nonplussed.