Hi, Will You Ever Be Translating Rosa Blancas Y Vino Tinto Into English? I Really Really Want To Read

Hi, will you ever be translating Rosa blancas y vino tinto into English? I really really want to read it, but my Spanish isn’t fluid enough😅

Ohhh, tbh there are some stories I hadn't planned in translating. Some of my Spanish works are highly inspired by Latin American literature and I'm unsure about how to translate them in a way that prose doesn't get lost...

That being said, I think translation would come after finishing the story! In opposition to "Dresses and Capes", "Rosas blancas y vino tinto" was born due to different chats I had with my dear Yaz, a fellow Hispanic writer. Due to this, the story isn't meant to be updated monthly and is very irregular. However, I DO wish to find a way to close the story as soon as I can. While Dresses and Capes is a priority, Rosas blancas would follow (sadly, Boys be ambitious will stay in hiatus a bit longer).

Please, have patience! I am not leaving fandom anytime soon and I take note of every request and suggestion! Thank you so much for your support ❤️

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Despite Legoshi hugging his legs to his chest he was comfortable resting in her little home, the soft midday light and savoury smell of turmeric coming from their lunch on the stove made him smile briefly. When his eyes refocused Haru was smiling back at him from next to the stove and the sudden eye contact made him both run red in the face and begin sweating coldly down the back of his neck. I think she could tell he doesn't really visit friend's often and that thought made him even redder has he stammered to find a way to talk about literally anything.

When lunch was ready Haru filled two bowls fit for Legoshi's size and pushed her chair nice and close to Legoshi despite the amount of space available on the table . They ate amidst easy conversation.

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