One may be in this world yet be not part of the world. Alas! How can this be? Actually one only knows places heard they exist or those he has been to. Therefore, it is the same with the internet. Only when you are involved is when you know they exist. This is the place where authors can publish their best posts and articles. It is an Avenue we can label as the bestseller. Watch out for it.
23 Jul 2024 1 minute read 0 comments espacioreal
Just once (for a couple of days)I touched the snow. It was on the end of year trip,She was 18 years old at the time, which is like sayingthat at that moment he was immortal. I believe that the world,that is: every latitude and every opening and stone...
16 Jul 2024 1 minute read 0 comments espacioreal
I hear them at nighteat from the garbage can.Sometimes they shout happilybecause they find pizza grapeschicken bonescold noodlesmidday mash. What paprika, salt or cloveshunger is the highest bidderto season meals. And also a rigorous teacher:man know...
16 Jul 2024 1 minute read 0 comments espacioreal
I point out lifepointing to the leafyfamily tree,flowers and their fruits.At the dawn of eachlook discoveringthe new opportunityconceived.In the melody of the windlike an echo of the universe.I point out lifein the throat of violinsof birds, at conce...
12 Jul 2024 1 minute read 0 comments espacioreal
You know, you're done.Before you could go jogging and you joggeduntil the Republic of childrenand then you came back as if nothing had happened,you were really fast. in tournamentsintercollegiates always voted for your namefor the hundred meters flat...
11 Jul 2024 1 minute read 1 comment espacioreal
They stripped the other of his clothes,they loved each other sliding in the humusthirsty for meatancestral roots of poachers,In the purple eye the blood hitthe door that you barely sensea couple of mortals, lazy, happy,They stripped the other of his...
8 Jul 2024 1 minute read 0 comments espacioreal
The poet, like the historian,falsifies the facts to such an extent,that he ends up being good the badand the good is despicable.Maybe at Waterloo they were defeateda woman and a man, defeated in their sex,his hug, his word and his silence,but to the...
4 Jul 2024 1 minute read 0 comments espacioreal
This time is comingin which the insipid winter kneadsagainst the back of Man his greed,so I wonder whereand above all for whataccumulates umbrella leaves birdspink afternoons, the lasting kiss on the terracetons of petrified catson the steps of the c...
29 Jun 2024 1 minute read 0 comments espacioreal
These beings have nodiscretion at all,they tell what the moon did, they publisha sketch of their naked beloved, or theybeat the name and surname of the birdor cricket that lies behind a posta faun's nap, indiscreetadvantaged in the art of deception,...
26 Jun 2024 1 minute read 0 comments espacioreal
Once again the avenue of eucalyptus trees,We were youngand despite Sartre and WilliamsOur soul and bones were light.A little frivolously we looked at stained glass windowsof things we could never buy,we passed bars we had never visitedwe sat down to...
22 Jun 2024 1 minute read 0 comments espacioreal
When young the mouth seemsa cheerful box of birds and springs,This is how the young man goes under a boweror banking a river on the coastand without ads and without evena slight reason for laughter,like someone says out of nowherethe box is openedthe...
