An inflexible belief in the beauty of movement. Carlos del Puente Stories

In the picturesque city of Fluttersby, where the trees had the peculiar habit of throwing brightness instead of leaves, a peculiar man called Alister McFlapple lived. He was known for his unwavering belief in the beauty of movement. Every morning, Alister emerged from his little uneven house dressed in his pair of favorite mole overalls, which he according to him was the most aerodynamic outfit for a man of his stature. His hair, a wild fight of straw curls, swayed while running in place in the place, warming up for the adventure of the day. The townspeople, who were used to their eccentricities, would bow their hats and exchange knowledge smiles as they advanced.  "Good morning, Mr. McFlapple," said Mrs. Jenkins, her wide figure got into a dress that looked like a fruit salad.  "Tomorrow, Mrs. J!" Alister shouted, his voice a strange mixture of horn and giggled. "The world is in a wiggle today!"  Mrs. Jenkins laughed between teeth and continued her bamboleo down the street. Alister's parents, a severe couple called Edgar and Edwina McFlapple, observed from their window, their faces are a disapproval box. They hoped that his son's fascination with the movement would decrease over time, but in any case, he had only become more intense.  In a city where everyone was perpetually in motion, the twins Fred and George McFlapple, Alister's brothers, had reached the skies with their homemade wings. Aunt Gertrude and Uncle Bartholomew, who lived in a floating house, did not agree with the vehemence of Alister's beliefs. They found their insistence on staying on completely absurd land. "Why walk when you can fly?" They often asked, their eyes shone with open skies emotion. But Alister was unwavering. He believed that true art was in the dancing of the earth, not in the rise of heaven treaters. On the other side of the street, the twin sisters of the twins, Flora and Fauna McFlapple, practiced their ballet pirouettes on a grass that spread like a liquid carpet. His tutus fluttered around while they turned, creating a vertiginous variety of colors. Alister's heart swollen with pride. Despite his love shared by the movement, the preferences of the brothers were as different as their hairstyles: Flora is in tight curls, fauna is a wild waterfall of waves. His grace and balance were a testimony of the unlimited variety of beauty found in the world of movement.  The sun threw a light kaleidoscope on the city, and the residents, in all its peculiar glory, continued their daily routines. Meanwhile, Alister's inflexible belief in the beauty of the movement stirred something deep within him, an idea that would soon challenge the tissue of Fluttersby's capricious reality.  A peculiar afternoon, while the clouds formed the forms of the dancers of twisted dance hall, Alister brought together his twin brothers, Fred, George, Flora and Fauna, in the backyard of the McFlapple family. The lawn, which had the habit of changing tone with the mood of the day, was a serene tone of mint. He presented them with a gadget, a mixture of bicycle, trampoline and kaleidoscope, which called the "terrestrial elegance." The twins, always the Daredevils, looked at him skepticism. "Why would we want to stay on the ground when we can dance among the clouds?" They joke.  Ignoring his jokes, Alister climbed into the earth's elegance with the grace of a gazelle and began pedaling. The wheels, instead of turning, began to press like a beat. The gadget grew in size, turning colors around it, creating a fascinating show that had the neighbors, including a cat that played the tuba, looking amazed. While Alister pedaled faster, the grass under it began to rise, forming a soft hill that grew and grew. His brothers observed how the hill became a mountain, and soon the earth's elegance looked like a colorful lighthouse in its peak.  The grandparents of the in -laws, which communicated only through interpretive dance, made an improvised routine of shock and confusion, their limbs stirred in a silent symphony of disbelief. The City Council, composed of floating fish in bowling players, took note of the phenomenon and called an emergency meeting. The central theme of its discussion was whether Alister's creation was an abomination to the lifestyle of the city's sky or a avant -garde masterpiece that could revolutionize the very concept of movement.  While the council discussed, the hill grew so high that it scraped the bellies of the clouds. The twins, feeling a mixture of admiration and jealousy, decided to prove the earth's elegance. To their surprise, they found a strange comfort in the rhythmic pulse of the pedals, the way the world was erased on a color canvas around them. They began to understand Alister's perspective, which in fact there was a beauty in the simplicity and control of the movement that could never be replicated by the caprices of the air.  The city now gathered around the hill base, observed how the McFlapple brothers performed a synchronized dance about the earth's elegance, each pulse sends them higher in the sky. The view was so surreal that even Uncle Cedric, who believed that the world was flat and made of jelly, had to admit that perhaps, perhaps, Alister was in something. And so, the McFlaple family, once a discord painting, became a unit of unity, each woven thread with a unique tone of belief in the beauty of the movement. The townspeople of Fluttersby, inspired by the creation of Alister, began to explore the wonders of the ground under his feet. The dynamics of the city changed, and a new art form arose, one that did not require wings or anti -rave boots, only the will to feel the pulse of the earth and the courage to express it through dance.  But in the midst of this new harmony, a question remained in the air, as disturbing as a flat note in a symphony. What would happen when the elegance of the earth was stopped? Would the hill dissipate, chopped into the abyss of the forgotten roots of the city? Or would it be the basis of a new era, where heaven was no longer the only stage of the ballet of life? The answer remained suspended, like a pen in a tornado, while the brothers danced, their hearts accelerated with emotion and fear. The only certainty was that nothing in Fluttersby would be the same again.  The faces that were once skilled of the twins were now recorded of amaze children. On them, uncle Bartholomew and Aunt Gertrude floated in his floating house, their expressions a mixture of admiration and confusion. They had never seen their relatives embrace the earth with such passion. The City Council, after a heated debate where the fish had to calm down through a spoonful of lemon juice, reached a consensus. Earth's elegance was a show that transcended the ordinary, a monument to unlimited movement possibilities. He was declared an official attraction of the city and commissioned Alister to build more, each more extravagant than the previous one. The McFlapple brothers became the children of the city's poster for the art of land dance, their faces in and posters that fluttered in the breeze along with those of their floating ancestors.  But as the days became weeks, the novelty of earthly elegance began to decrease. The townspeople, always anxious for the next great sensation, were inequitably. They whispered with a new invention, a machine that could turn the thoughts of one into tangible objects. The whispers became stronger, the palpable emotion. Alister, feeling the weight of her creation, knew she had to act. He retired to his workshop, surrounded by the ghosts of his past experiments, and began playing once more.  In the quiet loneliness, his thoughts stirred like a tornado in a cup of tea. What happens if the beauty of the movement was not only the greatness of the show? What would happen if it were the subtlety, the delicate interaction of the invisible forces that promoted each living creature? With a flickering of inspiration, he set aside gears and gears and sought something much more intricate: the fabric of reality itself. His hands trembled while joining a new vision, one that would challenge the very essence of the understanding of the Fluttersby movement.  The brothers, feeling their brother's agitation, gathered around. They knew that Alister was in something deep, something that could raise them to new heights or send them in spiral to the unknown. While they saw him work, the room full of silent tension that was almost palpable. It was as if everyone was on the edge of a cliff, about to jump to a vacuum they had not yet kept.  The new creation took shape, a delicate network of light and shadow. It was different from everything they had seen, a particle dance that seemed only in the periphery of the vision. Alister took a step back, his chest stirred with emotion, and offered an attempt smile. "This," he said, "is the dance of quantum quarks."  The brothers exchanged looks, a mixture of amazement and trepidation. They knew that their brother had ventured once again in an unknown territory, pushing the limits of what they thought it was possible. While preparing to prove the new invention, the same air in the workshop buzzed in advance. The dance of the quantum quarks promised a trip to the heart of the movement, a place where the only constant was to change itself.  And thus, the McFlapples, united in their inflexible belief in the beauty of the movement, were in the precipice of a new chapter in the history of Fluttersby. Their hearts were a cacophony of hope and fear, their souls prepared for a jump of faith. Because they knew that if they shot through the clouds or danced on the earth, the true essence of their art was on the trip, not at the destination. And it was a trip that were ready to undertake together, so May.  The brothers took their places around the dance of quantum quarks, each was a living incarnation of a force of nature. Fred and George, the daring, were like the wind, invisible but powerful, guiding the networks of light and shadow. Flora and fauna, with its elegant elegance, were the incarnation of the flow of rivers, soft and unstoppable. And Alister, the visionary, was the heart of beating, which established the rhythm for the dance to arrive.  As they began to move, the lattice work shone and click, responding to each step. The air became thick with the aroma of the possibility, a perfume that tickles the nostrils and made the hairs on the back of the foot neck. The people of the city, who had gathered outside the workshop, observed with silent astonishment while the brothers danced with precision that seemed to challenge the fabric of reality.  The dance of the quantum quarks grew in intensity, the colors turned faster and faster, the movements of the brothers became an edge of movement and light. The hill under them began to dissolve in a cloud of brightness, and for a short and scary moment, it seemed to be about to fall. But the cloud remained firm, the work of lattice now a solid and unwavering force. They danced, now a symphony of earthly elegance that resonated with the very core of the universe.  When the dance arrived at his crescendo, the bright cloud began to merge on a ladder that made way to the sky, a bridge between the kingdoms of the punished and the severity he challenges. The city, once divided by the whims of the heavens and the charm of the earth, now observed how the brothers ascended to the stairs, each step is a declaration of unity, each movement is a testimony of the beauty of its shared belief.  The twins climbed the stairs with the grace of the gazelles, jumping and jumping with a joy that was infectious. Flora and fauna rose and slide, their tutus flutter like the petals of cosmic flowers. And Alister, in the center, pedaled his heart, his laughter a large number of bells that resonated in the heavens.  The grandparents of the in -laws, their interpretive dance now a silent assent of approval, saw their grandchildren, their bright fish eyes of pride. The skeptical people, now turned into believers, encouraged them, their applause a thunderous symphony that seemed to shake the stars themselves.  When they reached the top, the staircase dissipated in a shower of sparks, leaving the brothers floating in the air, their movements now as unlimited as the sky itself. The city of Fluttersby looked up in amazement, their hearts swelled with a new respect for the beauty of movement in all its forms.  For Alister McFlapple, he had shown them that if they danced on earth or played in the clouds, the true magic lies in the act of moving, embracing the change and finding harmony in the chaos of existence. And as the brothers descended, their laughter stopped as a tape in the wind, they knew that their city would never be the same, that they had woven a new beauty tapestry that would be remembered for the coming generations.  The history of the McFlapples and the earthly elegance became a legend, a story that the parents told their children while putting them in bed. It was a reminder that sometimes, the deepest truths could be found in the most unexpected places, that the most beautiful movements did not have to be great to be significant, and that in a world of perpetual movement, the most rebellious act was for stop and dance.  But life, always the cheater, had other plans. A fateful night, when the sun submerged under the horizon, painting the sky with the colors of a melted rainbow, a mysterious figure appeared in the city square. It was tall and laundut, with a cup hat that challenges the laws of gravity, pointing towards the heavens. The figure, which was presented as the teacher of the inert, said to bring a new art form to Fluttersby, the art of absolute stillness.  The people of the town, always curious, gathered around them, anxious to see what this strange man had to offer. He spoke of a world where movement was nothing more than an illusion, a distraction of the true beauty of existence. His words were like the song of a siren, and soon, the whispers of his teachings began to spread around the city, weaving a seductive melody that tickles the ears of those who heard him. The brothers, once united in their belief, found themselves torn. Fred and George, whom they had always loved the emotion of the heavens, were intrigued by the idea of ​​flying without wings. Flora and fauna, whose hearts were rooted on earth, felt a strange pull towards this new form of expression. And Alister, the creator of the earth's elegance, felt his beliefs challenged to his nucleus.  The inert master offered a demonstration of his art, and the City Council, once the scenario for innumerable air acrobatic shows, was now full of the anticipation of something completely different. The brothers observed from the balcony, their heavy hearts with doubts and curiosity.  In the center of the hall, the teacher was still, his closed eyes, his body as rigid as a statue. The room was silent, the only sound of the distant cost of a bell that seemed to resonate from the same fabric of reality. And then something extraordinary happened. The air around him became thick, as if he had been painted with invisible brushstrokes, and the forms began to form. It was a dance, but did not require movement. It was a dance of the mind, a ballet of thought that painted the air with more vivid images than any physical performance.  The brothers looked at each other, with very open eyes of astonishment and a touch of fear. They had never seen anything like that, and shook the foundations of what they believed. Was it possible that the beauty of the movement was overcome by the elegance of stillness?  The demonstration ended, and the city was full of emotion. Some were eager to learn from the teacher, while others remained firm in their love on the ground. The McFlapples, however, were silent, lost in their own thoughts. They knew that their world was about to change again, that the pendulum of beauty was swinging in a new direction, and they were not sure if they were ready to continue.  That night, while the stars on Fluttersby shone like a thousand mischievous eyes, the brothers gathered in their childhood game room. The walls, once adorned with posters of dancers and famous athletes, now contained the shadows of their own dilemmas. They talked about their fears, their hopes and their love for movement. It was a conversation that was a confession and an understanding plea.  And while talking, he realized them. The beauty of the movement was not on earth or in heaven, but in the balance between the two. It was the harmony of the seen and the invisible, the interaction of light and darkness, the symphony of existence itself. They had been so focused on their own beliefs that they had forgotten the very essence of their art: Freedom. With a newly discovered resolution, the brothers set out to create a show that would unite the city once again, an action that celebrated the joy of the earth and the unlimited of the heavens. They worked tirelessly, their imagination a forest fire that consumed the night, leaving only the brightness of creation in its path.  When the day of the great performance arrived, the city was in flames of emotion. The stage was established, a perfect combination of earth and sky, and the brothers took their places, their hearts beat in unison. The inert teacher observed from the wings, an indication of a smile playing on his lips. He knew that his dance would be something special, something that transcended the limitations of his world.  While the brothers took their places on stage, the air was filled in advance. The multitude below, a sea of ​​faces painted with a spectrum of emotions, contained breath in unison. The teacher of the inert stillness had allowed them to yearn for the family rhythm of the movement, but also intrigued by the unexplored kingdom of motionless.  The music, a composition of the creation of the brothers itself, began to play. It was a melody that seemed to embody the very essence of the universe, a symphony that whispered secrets of the cosmos. It started as a soft murmur, the sound of a distant beat, and became stronger, wrapping the audience in its pulsating hug.  Alister, Fred, George, Flora and Fauna moved as one, their bodies a tapestry of light and shadow. They danced on stage that it was both the earth and the sky, its fluid and precise movements. Earth's elegance had evolved, now a living and respiratory entity that responded to all its whims. The people of the city once divided watched in amazement how the brothers demonstrated a dance that was as rooted as ethereal.  The performance of the brothers was a visual party, a fusion of the tangible and intangible. They jumped and turned, their bodies challenging gravity as they entered and left the light networks. However, there were moments of absolute stillness, where the time itself seemed to stop, keeping the audience captive in the palms of their extended hands. It was a dance that spoke of unity and duality, a celebration of the infinite possibilities that were in the balance between movement and stillness.  The crowd observed, paralyzed, while the brothers danced the dance of the harmonious equinox. The time skeptical town now saw beauty both on earth and in the unlimited. They saw that the true essence of the movement was not at the extremes, but in the harmony that could be found in the middle. The brothers had not only created a new art form, but they had also closed the gap between the old and the new, the earthly and the celestial. The performance reached its climax, a moment of pure stillness where the brothers were, suspended in the air, their bodies a silent beauty picture. The music became quieter, the air itself seemed to contain breathing in reverence. And then, as if it were on the signal, the terrestrial elegance was transformed, the Network of Light that surrounds them as a warm hug.  They descended to the stage, his feet gently touched the ground. The music became a crescendo, the lights became more bright and the City Council exploded in a thunderous applause. The brothers had not only demonstrated the beauty of the movement, but they had also shown that true magic was in the harmony of opposites. Fluttersby was changed forever. The city, once a constant place of movement, now embraced the art of stillness. The brothers continued to act, their testimony of the unlimited beauty of the movement, both earthly and very high. And although the inert teacher had left them with a deep lesson, it was his own dance that had become the city's beat.  In the quiet moments that followed the grand finale, while the brothers took their arches and the applause vanished slowly, they knew that their trip was far from finishing. They had learned that the beauty of the movement was not alone in the dance but in the unity of all forms of expression. And while they looked at the faces of their village companions, their hearts full of warmth that exceeded the brightness of the sun, knew that together they had created something much more significant than any act of rebellion or conformity. They had created a legacy of harmony, a reminder that in an infinite world of movement, sometimes the most beautiful moments were the ones that stopped.  The brothers decided to expand their art, opening a school that taught the dance of the harmonious equinox. Students from all areas of life went to school, eager to learn the delicate balance of movement and stillness. They practiced in the town square, their movements a silent poetry that spoke with the hearts of all who observed. The name of McFlapple was no longer associated with a single peculiar belief but with a vision that had captured Fluttersby's imagination.  But as the days became months, a new challenge emerged. A rival school, led by a charismatic figure known as the whirlwind, said that the essence of beauty was in perpetual motion, that stillness was a prison for the soul. The philosophy of the whirlwind was the antithesis of the McFlapple and soon, the city was divided once again, the air full of tension of the competing ideologies.  The brothers, who had ever delighted in their shared belief, were now browsing a mined field of opinions. They had to face the reality that not everyone would find peace in their harmony. However, they remained firm, their performances were silently refuted to the chaotic ballet of the whirlwind. The city was now a canvas for an epic dance, each step and revolves a statement of its convictions.  A fateful day, as the brothers prepared for their most important performance so far, earthly elegance began to click with a life of their own. The colors became more vibrant, the most intricate network work, as if they were alive, responding to the very essence of their beliefs. The brothers looked at each other, a mixture of emotion and concern recorded on their faces. They knew that this was not just a dance but a proof of their unit, a proof of the same fabric of their world.  The stage was established, the music ready to play, and the public held its collective breath. As the brothers began to move, the terrestrial elegance grew, reaching to heaven, a bridge that united the kingdoms of what was seen and the invisible. The dance was a symphony of light and shadow, a testimony of the power of balance. And when they arrived at Crescendo, a sudden wind gust swept the city, sending spiral whirlwind dancers in the air. But instead of seeing them fall, the brothers spread, their movements are a silent invitation. And when his hands met, the Bullfellino of the dancers decreased, his frantic energy merged with the elegant elegance of the brothers. The two schools, once rivals, became one, their movements a visual representation of the harmony they had tried to achieve.  The crowd exploded in applause, their hearts swelled with hope and joy. The brothers had not only demonstrated the beauty of their art, but they had also demonstrated the power of unity in a city that only knew the division. As the curtain fell, the McFlapple looked into each other, a silent recognition of the deep impact they had. Because in a world of always changing sands, they had found the beauty of being firm, together and allowing the dance of life to develop around them.  The days that followed were an activity whirlwind. The brothers worked tirelessly to merge the teachings of their school with those of the whirlwind, creating a curriculum that celebrated the complete spectrum of the movement. The students who were once rivals now practiced next to each other, their steps weaving a unit tapestry. However, under the surface of this new harmony, a question remained: how long could they maintain this delicate balance?  The brothers knew that the true proof of their beliefs would come when the city faced a challenge that demanded a united front. And as the stations changed, the whispers became a concern crescendo. A mysterious force threatened Fluttersby, a force that could shake the foundations of his world. It was said that it was a creature of pure anti-motif, a being that delighted with the very essence of stillness and sought to immerse the city in an eternal dance of chaos.  The City Council is now composed of fish and lifts, convened an emergency meeting. They knew that the brothers' dance had the power to counteract the evil influence of the creature. But while they argued their strategy, they realized that the beauty of their art was not only in the dance itself but in the shared belief that had united them. They had to convince the city to join, to embrace both the grounded and the unlimited, to become the very essence of the harmonious equinox.  The brothers took to the streets, their dance is a silent plea for unity. They danced in the town square, in the roofs, and even in the clouds, their movements resonated with the hearts of the townspeople. The air became thick with the aroma of change, an aroma that seemed to stir something deep inside Fluttersby's very fabric. And as the creature of the motion approached, the city stopped as one, its collective belief in the beauty of the movement, a lighthouse that could not be ignored.  The creature, a monstrous amalgamation of the shadow and the doubt, faced the city, his eyes a rotating maelstrom of chaos. The brothers took their place in the heart of the city, earthly elegance by clicking with the energy of their belief. When they began to dance, the air itself became dense, a wall of protection against the attack of the creature.  His movements were a symphony of challenge, every step a statement of his inflexible spirit. The creature roared, its tentacles of stillness approaches to catch the city. But the brothers' dance was stronger. He grew, swollen with the power of his unit, and soon, the creature was wrapped in a tornado of color and light. The brothers danced, their hearts beat synchronizing with the collective pulse of the city, until the creature was nothing more than a memory that fades.  Then, Fluttersby was not only saved but it was transformed. The city had faced void and arose stronger, its belief in the beauty of the movement is a link that could never break. The brothers, once seen as rebels, were now acclaimed as heroes, their dance is a symbol of hope in a world of change. And while they stopped in the tranquility of the town square, their hearts beat over time with the beats of their creation, they knew that their legacy would live, a testimony of the power of unity and unlimited beauty of the movement.  But with each victory comes a new challenge, and soon whispers from a land without movement began echoing the streets. It was said that this place was a mirror for Fluttersby, a kingdom where the same air was as still as a painting. Intrigue, the brothers decided to embark on a trip, explore the extremes of their art and perhaps find a new source of inspiration.  Their trips took them through static butterfly fields and frozen tree forests, each dance step with the same fabric of reality. They found creatures that moved in a way they had never imagined, their forms of always changing colored colors that seemed to make fun of the idea of ​​stillness. However, in the midst of this chaos, they found moments of peace, moments when the beauty of the movement was distilled to its purest form. Upon their return, they brought with them a new understanding, an understanding that the dance of life was not only the movement of the body but the movement of the soul. They infused their actions with this new wisdom, their dance now a silent conversation with the very essence of existence. The city, once divided by the whims of gravity, now saw the beauty in each step, every breath, every flutter of a wing.  And thus, the McFlapples continued to dancing, their art is a constant testimony of the power of belief. They taught the city to see the world not only in terms from above and down, but from inside and outside the infinite dance that was developed in every corner of the universe. And as the years passed, their legacy grew, the names of the brothers recorded in the annals of the history of Fluttersby as pioneers of a new type of beauty, a beauty that did not know limits, a beauty that was the very essence of the very Movement itself. Until the day the movement when falling broke into immobile pieces.

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