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Guillermo trabaja haciendo tacos
Y yo espero que nadie le encuentre un pero…
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Carpintero
Tac tac tac.Madera.Tac tac tac.Un ojo negro.Tac tac tac.Revuelo.Tac tac tac.Rojo sobre blanco y gritas desde el encino:¡Humano!
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El problema narratológico y narrativo de la descripción
resulta muy útil saber que, al hacerla parte de la acción llevada a cabo, la descripción deja de ser un mero elemento que ocupa espacio en la página y/o interrumpe el hilo narrativo para pasar a formar parte de la narración de forma NECESARIA Y SIN INTERRUMPIR.
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Velvet true p2 of 2
First posted December 23rd, 2020Translated 2023 Velvet true p2 of 2 A bit of text. Big beautiful eyes, he writes meanwhile thinking the girl has fish eyes. A comfortable body, he writes to another, sighing. This one, despite her generous big pocket and insistence in meeting will be left behind. Too much fat in her veins for sure. Nothing unhealthy for the diet in that gorgeous being residing in his green house. “If she can’t stay healthy at least, no thanks”. He gets up from his desk. Stretches his legs. He has had to learn that God forsaken alphabet[1]The one of the double consonants that sometimes are read like a…
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Whip
Drain the nightThe day arrived.Gone the cold.Melted the frost.Yet I wait again.I know it didn’t go.It never does.It flutters by,Caresses to your recoil and…Zaz! The hit.The whip, the sting.
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Cuando Savile Row es como sentarse frente a la máquina de escribir
Si no aspiras a la perfección, no podrás hacer nada estupendo. Y aun así, la verdadera perfección es imposible. Así que, al final, debes reconciliarte… con el fracaso.
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Velvet true p1
First posted December 23rd, 2020Translated 2023 As I told you before, this is the previous version to that Roots you have (or not) been tearing apart as the ugly tale it is. This one is by far much better. I can tell. Because I can’t make it better by translating. Maybe I can’t write great novels but I’m sure I can at least write this entertaining pieces. Enjoy it (or not) by Merriam. Velvet true p1 of 2 Drop, drop.In silk and fog,From putrid flesh,Pure beauty is given birth to. There’s one. Then a new drop. Plop, plop, plop. Red and thick and sweet. The plastic tub in masonry red…
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Hablando de postre
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Of the things I gave up today
Next year?No.Perhaps if I keep trying?No.Maybe with a little magic?No.Numb, numb and numb.I plan but feel like slumbering.I think I might but feel like getting lost in reading.Why am I even typing?Why the need?Said someone.Why the need?I thought too.Will I be brave enough to face the bumping lights?Or am I coward enough to go on zombying like the last ten years of nothing?Don’t mind me.This is just a drama.