Diosa Pecaminosa
*En la cima de un imponente castillo vivía una diosa
era realmente una dama respetable y muy poderosa
a pesar de tener muchos años ella se mantenía muy hermosa,
aunque tristemente todo era una fachada porque era realmente odiosa.
A los ojos de todos no era más que una mujer maravillosa estaba rodeada de lujos decían que parecía una mariposa sonreía con ternura parecía ser muy cariñosa, pero a puertas cerradas no era más que una amargada pretenciosa.
Una noche fría que lucía muy tenebrosa la diosa volaba por los cielos majestuosa, buscaba con insistencia a un mortal con el que siempre había sido caprichosa, al que veía desde la distancia rencorosa.
Para su desgracia él amaba a su querida esposa era una mujer joven conocida por ser muy amorosa, de hecho se había vuelto muy famosa por sus ojos cálidos y su sonrisa preciosa.
La diosa estaba llega de una envidia asquerosa su mente estaba increíblemente defectuosa preparaba un plan para deshacerse de esa joven afectuosa no se conformaba con nada, era muy vanidosa.
La luna estaba en lo alto luciendo muy lujosa iluminando vagamente la calle que permanecía silenciosa la diosa y su desdichada mente tormentosa, preparaban un plan para convertir a la humilde esposa en una cosa espantosa.
En una cabaña apartada vivía una bruja mañosa todos la conocían como la hechicera Encablosa era conocida por sus maldiciones dudosas y por su repugnante existencia olorosa.
La diosa intento disfrazarse parecía mafiosa aún así no dejaba de verse ostentosa su actitud era bastante cautelosa se dirigía a la casa de la bruja sospechosa.
La bruja no estaba de humor para atender a la diosa celosa urgó entre sus cosas y le tendió una rosa furiosa debes decir *"ven a mi alma venenosa"* y cuando se marchite la rosa ella dejará de ser tan *amistosa.*
Encablosa no advirtió sobre una consecuencia curiosa pues esa noche fue muy tediosa resulta que si la esposa era de alma pura y luminosa, el hechizo se revertiría y se tatuaría en su frente la palabra *pecaminosa.*
Esta historia si tiene una cosa muy jocosa una lección para esas personas espinosas que tienen esas actitudes engañosas y tarde o temprano todos ellos terminarán como la ahora conocida *Diosa Pecaminosa*.*
A los ojos de todos no era más que una mujer maravillosa estaba rodeada de lujos decían que parecía una mariposa sonreía con ternura parecía ser muy cariñosa, pero a puertas cerradas no era más que una amargada pretenciosa.
Una noche fría que lucía muy tenebrosa la diosa volaba por los cielos majestuosa, buscaba con insistencia a un mortal con el que siempre había sido caprichosa, al que veía desde la distancia rencorosa.
Para su desgracia él amaba a su querida esposa era una mujer joven conocida por ser muy amorosa, de hecho se había vuelto muy famosa por sus ojos cálidos y su sonrisa preciosa.
La diosa estaba llega de una envidia asquerosa su mente estaba increíblemente defectuosa preparaba un plan para deshacerse de esa joven afectuosa no se conformaba con nada, era muy vanidosa.
La luna estaba en lo alto luciendo muy lujosa iluminando vagamente la calle que permanecía silenciosa la diosa y su desdichada mente tormentosa, preparaban un plan para convertir a la humilde esposa en una cosa espantosa.
En una cabaña apartada vivía una bruja mañosa todos la conocían como la hechicera Encablosa era conocida por sus maldiciones dudosas y por su repugnante existencia olorosa.
La diosa intento disfrazarse parecía mafiosa aún así no dejaba de verse ostentosa su actitud era bastante cautelosa se dirigía a la casa de la bruja sospechosa.
La bruja no estaba de humor para atender a la diosa celosa urgó entre sus cosas y le tendió una rosa furiosa debes decir *"ven a mi alma venenosa"* y cuando se marchite la rosa ella dejará de ser tan *amistosa.*
Encablosa no advirtió sobre una consecuencia curiosa pues esa noche fue muy tediosa resulta que si la esposa era de alma pura y luminosa, el hechizo se revertiría y se tatuaría en su frente la palabra *pecaminosa.*
Esta historia si tiene una cosa muy jocosa una lección para esas personas espinosas que tienen esas actitudes engañosas y tarde o temprano todos ellos terminarán como la ahora conocida *Diosa Pecaminosa*.*
*At the top of an imposing castle lived a goddess
she was really a respectable and very powerful lady
in spite of being many years old she was still very beautiful,
although sadly it was all a facade because she was really hateful.
In the eyes of everyone she was nothing more than a wonderful woman she was surrounded by luxuries they said she looked like a butterfly she smiled tenderly, she seemed to be very affectionate, but behind closed doors she was nothing more than a pretentious sourpuss.
One cold night that looked very gloomy the goddess flew through the majestic skies, she was looking insistently for a mortal with whom she had always been capricious, whom she saw from a spiteful distance.
To her misfortune he loved his dear wife she was a young woman known to be very loving, in fact she had become very famous for her warm eyes and beautiful smile.
The goddess was filled with a foul envy her mind was incredibly flawed She was preparing a plan to get rid of this affectionate young woman she was not satisfied with anything, she was very vain.
The moon was high overhead looking very luxurious vaguely illuminating the street that remained silent the goddess and her wretched stormy mind, were preparing a plan to turn the humble wife into a dreadful thing.
In a secluded hut lived a crafty witch she was known to all as the enchantress Encablosa, she was known for her dubious curses and for her disgusting smelly existence.
The goddess tried to disguise herself, she looked like a gangster yet she still looked ostentatious, her attitude was quite cautious she was on her way to the suspicious witch's house.
The witch was not in the mood to attend to the jealous goddess she rummaged through her things and held out an angry rose to her, you must say *"come to my poisonous soul"* and when the rose withers she will no longer be so *friendly.*
Encablosa did not warn about a curious consequence for that night was very tedious, it turns out that if the wife was of pure and luminous soul, the spell would be reversed and the word *sinful* would be tattooed on her forehead.
This story does have one very humorous thing a lesson for those prickly people who have those deceitful attitudes and sooner or later they will all end up like the now known as *Sinful Goddess*.*
In the eyes of everyone she was nothing more than a wonderful woman she was surrounded by luxuries they said she looked like a butterfly she smiled tenderly, she seemed to be very affectionate, but behind closed doors she was nothing more than a pretentious sourpuss.
One cold night that looked very gloomy the goddess flew through the majestic skies, she was looking insistently for a mortal with whom she had always been capricious, whom she saw from a spiteful distance.
To her misfortune he loved his dear wife she was a young woman known to be very loving, in fact she had become very famous for her warm eyes and beautiful smile.
The goddess was filled with a foul envy her mind was incredibly flawed She was preparing a plan to get rid of this affectionate young woman she was not satisfied with anything, she was very vain.
The moon was high overhead looking very luxurious vaguely illuminating the street that remained silent the goddess and her wretched stormy mind, were preparing a plan to turn the humble wife into a dreadful thing.
In a secluded hut lived a crafty witch she was known to all as the enchantress Encablosa, she was known for her dubious curses and for her disgusting smelly existence.
The goddess tried to disguise herself, she looked like a gangster yet she still looked ostentatious, her attitude was quite cautious she was on her way to the suspicious witch's house.
The witch was not in the mood to attend to the jealous goddess she rummaged through her things and held out an angry rose to her, you must say *"come to my poisonous soul"* and when the rose withers she will no longer be so *friendly.*
Encablosa did not warn about a curious consequence for that night was very tedious, it turns out that if the wife was of pure and luminous soul, the spell would be reversed and the word *sinful* would be tattooed on her forehead.
This story does have one very humorous thing a lesson for those prickly people who have those deceitful attitudes and sooner or later they will all end up like the now known as *Sinful Goddess*.*
