Refugio de Almas: La Historia de Jake en la Residencia Foster
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โฃ โฃ โฃ ยกยกยก Buenas tardes gentita !!! ๐
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Rising Star Now
-๐ฅ ๐ฅ JAKE ๐ฅ ๐ฅ-
En los profundidades del bosque gris estaba la residencia Foster donde se refugiaban los desertores de la mรบsica, personas que fracasaban encontraban su lugar de descanso... por la eternidad, olvidando sus pasados y regocijรกndose en las comodidades que le brinda la residencia, no tenรญan que preocuparse por nada ni por nadie, simplemente eran felices o aparentaban serlo.
Jake, un joven talentoso que se encontraba limpiando de dรญa y noche los corredores de la famosa Techno Tower, lugar repleto de oficinas silenciosas desde el segundo piso hasta el quincuagรฉsimo piso; no era mรกs que un depรณsito de canciones y montaรฑas de papeles con letras de canciones pasadas y por pasar.
Desde muy temprana edad iniciรณ a laborar en este edificio por cuenta propia, pues era demasiado ocioso para hacer otra tarea; aunque no podรญa esconder su pasiรณn por la mรบsica ya que en sus ratos libres escribรญa versos y componรญa acordes que tocaba en su mente y taradeaba con su boca
Una noche, mientras limpiaba los corredores del tercer piso, Jake escuchรณ la mรบsica de su banda favorita de la ciudad resonar en la distancia. Algunos miembros de la banda estaban practicando en un estudio contiguo al edificio. Sus piernas de Jake comenzaron a caminar por cuenta propia y sin que lo supiera estaba por salir de la Techno Tower para dirigirse hacia donde le dictaba la melodรญa de aquella banda que รฉl admiraba; era la primera vez en 5 aรฑos que saldrรญa de dicho lugar, se sentรญa confundido y asustado pero la pasiรณn por la mรบsica lo impulso a cruzar la puerta y observar el exterior; paso a paso acercรกndose hacia el estudio de donde provenรญa la melodรญa de la banda, caminando en la calle envuelta por la niebla de aquella noche.
La puerta se encuentra abierta, y hay luces cรกlidas que sobresalen de las ventanas de la casona que funciona como estudio, cruza el pequeรฑo jardรญn que limita la casona con la calle y llega a la puerta principal, toca y pide permiso de entrada; al entrar se encuentra a los chicos que reunidos y felices terminan de tocar para recibir a Jake.
ยกdespierta!
Gritaron todos a una sola voz, y comenzaron a golpearlo y tirarle los instrumentos bruscamente...
Jake quien estaba en un sueรฑo profundo, se levantรณ agitado en medio de la pista , frente al enorme edificio en la oscura noche envuelta de niebla; Jake se prepara para entrar sin ninguna pena pero el edificio se desploma y cae encima de Jake...
No era mรกs que otro sueรฑo y esta vez calmado y sin alma se encontraba en un cuarto con las comodidades de una clase alta, con ventanas cortinas claras, decide salir, bajar la larga escalera circular y encontrรกndose en el salรณn principal con varias personas compartiendo tragos y comida, sale por la gran puerta hacia donde la luz del luz no dejaba ver el exterior; se encontrรณ con el gran jardรญn hermoso y lleno de vida, una piscina refrescante y amigos con los cuales puede divertirse.
Este lugar es la Residencia Foster, donde los desertores de la mรบsica llegan para su descanso eterno; no hay mรกs lugar mรกs cรณmodo y tranquilo sin preocupaciones ni tareas que cumplir.
Todos tenemos talentos sin duda, pero hay ciertos caso donde las personas deciden tomar el camino fรกcil y abandonar sus pasiones por diferentes motivos se pierden pero luego encuentran un lugar, un tiempo de soledad y silencio para trabajar en nosotros mismos, pero todo se viene abajo cuando lo hacemos para otra persona sin un objetivo claro por cual luchar, abandonando nuestra propia alma.
Finalmente Jake no pudo salir por su cuenta, ya pasado el tiempo limite, su oportunidad pasรณ.
๐คฉ
Les deseo a todos una buena amanecida ๐ o atardecer ๐ o anochecer ๐ y a disfrutar de su buen amigo el cafรฉ.
โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ
ยกยกยก HASTA LA PROXIMA!!!
๐คฉ
I wish you all a good sunrise ๐ or sunset ๐ or sunset ๐ and enjoy your good friend the coffee.
โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ
UNTIL NEXT TIME!
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ENGLISH version
Join me to read this sad stor... well just this story :P
In the depths of the grey forest was the Foster residence where music dropouts took refuge, people who failed found their resting place... for eternity, forgetting their pasts and rejoicing in the comforts of the residence, they didn't have to worry about anything or anyone, they were simply happy or pretended to be.
Jake, a talented young man who found himself cleaning day and night the corridors of the famous Techno Tower, a place full of silent offices from the first floor to the fiftieth floor; it was nothing more than a repository of songs and mountains of papers with lyrics of past and future songs.
From a very early age he began to work in this building on his own account, for he was too idle to do any other work; although he could not hide his passion for music, for in his spare time he wrote verses and composed chords which he played in his mind and hummed with his mouth.
One night, while cleaning the corridors on the third floor, Jake heard the music of his favourite band in town echoing in the distance. Some of the band members were practicing in a studio next to the building. Jake's legs started to walk on their own and without him knowing it he was about to leave the Techno Tower to go to where the melody of the band he admired dictated him; it was the first time in 5 years that he would leave that place, he felt confused and scared but the passion for music pushed him to cross the door and observe the outside; step by step approaching towards the studio where the melody of the band came from, walking in the street wrapped by the fog of that night.
The door is open, and there are warm lights that protrude from the windows of the house that functions as a studio, he crosses the small garden that limits the house with the street and arrives at the main door, knocks and asks for permission to enter; when he enters he finds the boys who are gathered and happy to finish playing to welcome Jake.
Wake up!
They all shouted in one voice, and began to hit him and throw the instruments at him roughly...
Jake who was in a deep sleep, woke up shaken in the middle of the dance floor, in front of the huge building in the dark foggy night; Jake prepares to enter without any sorrow but the building collapses and falls on top of Jake...
It was just another dream and this time calm and soulless he was in a room with the comforts of a high class, with closed windows, he decides to go out, down the long circular staircase and finding himself in the main hall with several people sharing drinks and food, he goes out the big door to where the light of the light did not let him see the outside; he found the big garden beautiful and full of life, a refreshing pool and friends with whom he can have fun.
This place is the Foster Residence, where music dropouts come for their eternal rest; there is no more comfortable and peaceful place with no worries and no chores to do.
We all have talents no doubt, but there are certain cases where people decide to take the easy way out and abandon their passions for different reasons get lost but then find a place, a time of solitude and silence to work on ourselves, but it all falls apart when we do it for someone else without a clear goal to fight for, abandoning our own soul.
In the end Jake could not go out on his own, the time limit had passed, his chance had passed
๐คฉ
Les deseo a todos una buena amanecida ๐ o atardecer ๐ o anochecer ๐ y a disfrutar de su buen amigo el cafรฉ.
โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ
ยกยกยก HASTA LA PROXIMA!!!
๐คฉ
I wish you all a good sunrise ๐ or sunset ๐ or sunset ๐ and enjoy your good friend the coffee.
โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ
UNTIL NEXT TIME!
๐๐๐โโ๏ธโ๐ฅ๐โ๐จ๐๐๐โโ๏ธโ๐ฅ๐โ๐จ๐๐๐โโ๏ธโ๐ฅ๐โ๐จ๐๐๐โโ๏ธโ
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โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ
๐คฉ
I wish you all a good sunrise ๐ or sunset ๐ or sunset ๐ and enjoy your good friend the coffee.
โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ
UNTIL NEXT TIME!
๐๐๐โโ๏ธโ๐ฅ๐โ๐จ๐๐๐โโ๏ธโ๐ฅ๐โ๐จ๐๐๐โโ๏ธโ๐ฅ๐โ๐จ๐๐๐โโ๏ธโ
Translated with https://www.deepl.com/translator
Imagenes creadas por IA en KREA.AI
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ENGLISH version
Join me to read this sad stor... well just this story :P
In the depths of the grey forest was the Foster residence where music dropouts took refuge, people who failed found their resting place... for eternity, forgetting their pasts and rejoicing in the comforts of the residence, they didn't have to worry about anything or anyone, they were simply happy or pretended to be.
Jake, a talented young man who found himself cleaning day and night the corridors of the famous Techno Tower, a place full of silent offices from the first floor to the fiftieth floor; it was nothing more than a repository of songs and mountains of papers with lyrics of past and future songs.
From a very early age he began to work in this building on his own account, for he was too idle to do any other work; although he could not hide his passion for music, for in his spare time he wrote verses and composed chords which he played in his mind and hummed with his mouth.
One night, while cleaning the corridors on the third floor, Jake heard the music of his favourite band in town echoing in the distance. Some of the band members were practicing in a studio next to the building. Jake's legs started to walk on their own and without him knowing it he was about to leave the Techno Tower to go to where the melody of the band he admired dictated him; it was the first time in 5 years that he would leave that place, he felt confused and scared but the passion for music pushed him to cross the door and observe the outside; step by step approaching towards the studio where the melody of the band came from, walking in the street wrapped by the fog of that night.
The door is open, and there are warm lights that protrude from the windows of the house that functions as a studio, he crosses the small garden that limits the house with the street and arrives at the main door, knocks and asks for permission to enter; when he enters he finds the boys who are gathered and happy to finish playing to welcome Jake.
Wake up!
They all shouted in one voice, and began to hit him and throw the instruments at him roughly...
Jake who was in a deep sleep, woke up shaken in the middle of the dance floor, in front of the huge building in the dark foggy night; Jake prepares to enter without any sorrow but the building collapses and falls on top of Jake...
It was just another dream and this time calm and soulless he was in a room with the comforts of a high class, with closed windows, he decides to go out, down the long circular staircase and finding himself in the main hall with several people sharing drinks and food, he goes out the big door to where the light of the light did not let him see the outside; he found the big garden beautiful and full of life, a refreshing pool and friends with whom he can have fun.
This place is the Foster Residence, where music dropouts come for their eternal rest; there is no more comfortable and peaceful place with no worries and no chores to do.
We all have talents no doubt, but there are certain cases where people decide to take the easy way out and abandon their passions for different reasons get lost but then find a place, a time of solitude and silence to work on ourselves, but it all falls apart when we do it for someone else without a clear goal to fight for, abandoning our own soul.
In the end Jake could not go out on his own, the time limit had passed, his chance had passed
๐คฉ
Les deseo a todos una buena amanecida ๐ o atardecer ๐ o anochecer ๐ y a disfrutar de su buen amigo el cafรฉ.
โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ
ยกยกยก HASTA LA PROXIMA!!!
๐คฉ
I wish you all a good sunrise ๐ or sunset ๐ or sunset ๐ and enjoy your good friend the coffee.
โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ
UNTIL NEXT TIME!
๐๐๐โโ๏ธโ๐ฅ๐โ๐จ๐๐๐โโ๏ธโ๐ฅ๐โ๐จ๐๐๐โโ๏ธโ๐ฅ๐โ๐จ๐๐๐โโ๏ธโ
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I wish you all a good sunrise ๐ or sunset ๐ or sunset ๐ and enjoy your good friend the coffee.
โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ
UNTIL NEXT TIME!
๐๐๐โโ๏ธโ๐ฅ๐โ๐จ๐๐๐โโ๏ธโ๐ฅ๐โ๐จ๐๐๐โโ๏ธโ๐ฅ๐โ๐จ๐๐๐โโ๏ธโ
Translated with https://www.deepl.com/translator
Imagenes creadas por IA en KREA.AI
๐
ENGLISH version
Join me to read this sad stor... well just this story :P
In the depths of the grey forest was the Foster residence where music dropouts took refuge, people who failed found their resting place... for eternity, forgetting their pasts and rejoicing in the comforts of the residence, they didn't have to worry about anything or anyone, they were simply happy or pretended to be.
Jake, a talented young man who found himself cleaning day and night the corridors of the famous Techno Tower, a place full of silent offices from the first floor to the fiftieth floor; it was nothing more than a repository of songs and mountains of papers with lyrics of past and future songs.
From a very early age he began to work in this building on his own account, for he was too idle to do any other work; although he could not hide his passion for music, for in his spare time he wrote verses and composed chords which he played in his mind and hummed with his mouth.
One night, while cleaning the corridors on the third floor, Jake heard the music of his favourite band in town echoing in the distance. Some of the band members were practicing in a studio next to the building. Jake's legs started to walk on their own and without him knowing it he was about to leave the Techno Tower to go to where the melody of the band he admired dictated him; it was the first time in 5 years that he would leave that place, he felt confused and scared but the passion for music pushed him to cross the door and observe the outside; step by step approaching towards the studio where the melody of the band came from, walking in the street wrapped by the fog of that night.
The door is open, and there are warm lights that protrude from the windows of the house that functions as a studio, he crosses the small garden that limits the house with the street and arrives at the main door, knocks and asks for permission to enter; when he enters he finds the boys who are gathered and happy to finish playing to welcome Jake.
Wake up!
They all shouted in one voice, and began to hit him and throw the instruments at him roughly...
Jake who was in a deep sleep, woke up shaken in the middle of the dance floor, in front of the huge building in the dark foggy night; Jake prepares to enter without any sorrow but the building collapses and falls on top of Jake...
It was just another dream and this time calm and soulless he was in a room with the comforts of a high class, with closed windows, he decides to go out, down the long circular staircase and finding himself in the main hall with several people sharing drinks and food, he goes out the big door to where the light of the light did not let him see the outside; he found the big garden beautiful and full of life, a refreshing pool and friends with whom he can have fun.
This place is the Foster Residence, where music dropouts come for their eternal rest; there is no more comfortable and peaceful place with no worries and no chores to do.
We all have talents no doubt, but there are certain cases where people decide to take the easy way out and abandon their passions for different reasons get lost but then find a place, a time of solitude and silence to work on ourselves, but it all falls apart when we do it for someone else without a clear goal to fight for, abandoning our own soul.
In the end Jake could not go out on his own, the time limit had passed, his chance had passed
๐คฉ
Les deseo a todos una buena amanecida ๐ o atardecer ๐ o anochecer ๐ y a disfrutar de su buen amigo el cafรฉ.
โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ
ยกยกยก HASTA LA PROXIMA!!!
๐คฉ
I wish you all a good sunrise ๐ or sunset ๐ or sunset ๐ and enjoy your good friend the coffee.
โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ
UNTIL NEXT TIME!
๐๐๐โโ๏ธโ๐ฅ๐โ๐จ๐๐๐โโ๏ธโ๐ฅ๐โ๐จ๐๐๐โโ๏ธโ๐ฅ๐โ๐จ๐๐๐โโ๏ธโ
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UNTIL NEXT TIME!
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Translated with https://www.deepl.com/translator
Imagenes creadas por IA en KREA.AI
๐
ENGLISH version
Join me to read this sad stor... well just this story :P
In the depths of the grey forest was the Foster residence where music dropouts took refuge, people who failed found their resting place... for eternity, forgetting their pasts and rejoicing in the comforts of the residence, they didn't have to worry about anything or anyone, they were simply happy or pretended to be.
Jake, a talented young man who found himself cleaning day and night the corridors of the famous Techno Tower, a place full of silent offices from the first floor to the fiftieth floor; it was nothing more than a repository of songs and mountains of papers with lyrics of past and future songs.
From a very early age he began to work in this building on his own account, for he was too idle to do any other work; although he could not hide his passion for music, for in his spare time he wrote verses and composed chords which he played in his mind and hummed with his mouth.
One night, while cleaning the corridors on the third floor, Jake heard the music of his favourite band in town echoing in the distance. Some of the band members were practicing in a studio next to the building. Jake's legs started to walk on their own and without him knowing it he was about to leave the Techno Tower to go to where the melody of the band he admired dictated him; it was the first time in 5 years that he would leave that place, he felt confused and scared but the passion for music pushed him to cross the door and observe the outside; step by step approaching towards the studio where the melody of the band came from, walking in the street wrapped by the fog of that night.
The door is open, and there are warm lights that protrude from the windows of the house that functions as a studio, he crosses the small garden that limits the house with the street and arrives at the main door, knocks and asks for permission to enter; when he enters he finds the boys who are gathered and happy to finish playing to welcome Jake.
Wake up!
They all shouted in one voice, and began to hit him and throw the instruments at him roughly...
Jake who was in a deep sleep, woke up shaken in the middle of the dance floor, in front of the huge building in the dark foggy night; Jake prepares to enter without any sorrow but the building collapses and falls on top of Jake...
It was just another dream and this time calm and soulless he was in a room with the comforts of a high class, with closed windows, he decides to go out, down the long circular staircase and finding himself in the main hall with several people sharing drinks and food, he goes out the big door to where the light of the light did not let him see the outside; he found the big garden beautiful and full of life, a refreshing pool and friends with whom he can have fun.
This place is the Foster Residence, where music dropouts come for their eternal rest; there is no more comfortable and peaceful place with no worries and no chores to do.
We all have talents no doubt, but there are certain cases where people decide to take the easy way out and abandon their passions for different reasons get lost but then find a place, a time of solitude and silence to work on ourselves, but it all falls apart when we do it for someone else without a clear goal to fight for, abandoning our own soul.
In the end Jake could not go out on his own, the time limit had passed, his chance had passed
๐คฉ
Les deseo a todos una buena amanecida ๐ o atardecer ๐ o anochecer ๐ y a disfrutar de su buen amigo el cafรฉ.
โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ
ยกยกยก HASTA LA PROXIMA!!!
๐คฉ
I wish you all a good sunrise ๐ or sunset ๐ or sunset ๐ and enjoy your good friend the coffee.
โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ
UNTIL NEXT TIME!
๐๐๐โโ๏ธโ๐ฅ๐โ๐จ๐๐๐โโ๏ธโ๐ฅ๐โ๐จ๐๐๐โโ๏ธโ๐ฅ๐โ๐จ๐๐๐โโ๏ธโ
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โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ
๐คฉ
I wish you all a good sunrise ๐ or sunset ๐ or sunset ๐ and enjoy your good friend the coffee.
โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ
UNTIL NEXT TIME!
๐๐๐โโ๏ธโ๐ฅ๐โ๐จ๐๐๐โโ๏ธโ๐ฅ๐โ๐จ๐๐๐โโ๏ธโ๐ฅ๐โ๐จ๐๐๐โโ๏ธโ
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I wish you all a good sunrise ๐ or sunset ๐ or sunset ๐ and enjoy your good friend the coffee.
โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ
UNTIL NEXT TIME!
๐๐๐โโ๏ธโ๐ฅ๐โ๐จ๐๐๐โโ๏ธโ๐ฅ๐โ๐จ๐๐๐โโ๏ธโ๐ฅ๐โ๐จ๐๐๐โโ๏ธโ
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UNTIL NEXT TIME!
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Interesante historia me gustรณ el suspenso que rodea el tema central, las imรกgenes estรกn muy bonitas, รฉxito en el concurso.
Gracias por compartirnos tu historia entretenida amigo,