country was once a happy, happy probably the only country that existed in the world. Very beautiful, with its lakes and forests. All surrounded by mountains.
At the top, a blue sky to bring joy to its inhabitants. Was ruled by a blond haired princess, whose curls were like the rays of the sun in the morning. The color of his eyes was like the reflection of the moon on the honey and soft-spoken, very gentle ...
In his twentieth birthday the first counselor of the kingdom
-informed as ancestral custom- that from this midnight, exactly a year would have to find a husband and sealing engagement with a kiss on the lips. Failure to marry that day, horrible things could happen in the country, a fact which never happened in history. Was not going to happen now because her the most eligible bachelors pomegranate intended as the Duke of Winds, Baron of Sighs, the Earl of Dreams or the architect. But his highness once heard of a handsome prince trapped in the body of a frog as a result of a spell and went on his search.
wandered from north to south, from east to west. He left no lake, pond, pool, pond or ditch without visit. Anuran snogged to as crossed his path.
By year less a day, less young, less beautiful and less smooth voice
returned to the palace ready to accept any of her suitors to comply with the obligation to safeguard the country inherited.
an impulse, he went to the Hall of Spells. In the center, standing with open arms waiting for the prince that he found on his pilgrimage. She approached him, he noted, he took her hands, looked into my eyes with bright eyes. Slowly they were approaching their mouths to meet ceremony kiss.
Finally, when joining both lips flashed a flash. At that moment the princess and the prince were immersed in a spiral of time and space. Crossed more than one dimension. Dresses awoke: she white brocade, tulle and veils. He, in tuxedo and bow tie. Hieratic and solemn, hand in hand capping a high wedding cake. Jorge
Vajñenko
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