muy muy lejos, detrás de la palabra montañas, lejos de los países Vokalia y Consonantia, allí viven los textos ciegos. Separados viven en Bookmarksgrove justo en la costa de Semántica., un gran océano de idiomas. Un pequeño río llamado Duden fluye por su lugar y le suministra la regelialia necesaria.. Es un país paradisíaco., en el que partes asadas de frases vuelan a tu boca. Incluso el todopoderoso Pointing no tiene control sobre los textos ciegos, es una vida casi no ortográfica. Un día, sin embargo, una pequeña línea de texto ciego llamada Lorem Ipsum decidió partir hacia el lejano Mundo de la Gramática.. El Gran Oxmox le aconsejó que no lo hiciera, porque habia miles de malas comas, Signos de interrogación salvajes y Semikoli tortuosos, but the Little Blind Text didn’t listen. She packed her seven versalia, put her initial into the belt and made herself on the way. When she reached the first hills of the Italic Mountains, she had a last view back on the skyline of her hometown Bookmarksgrove, the headline of Alphabet Village and the subline of her own road, the Line Lane. Pityful a rethoric question ran over her cheek, then she continued her way. On her way she met a copy. The copy warned the Little Blind Text, that where it came from it would have been rewritten a thousand times and everything that was left from its origin would be the word “y” and the Little Blind Text should turn around and return to its own, safe country. But nothing the copy said could convince her and so it didn’t take long until a few insidious Copy Writers ambushed her.