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Carlos del Puente

The other presence prevents the material presence of fear from invading the place. By Carlos del Puente

sábado, noviembre 30, 2024
The other presence prevents the material presence of fear from invading the place. The other presence looms, a spectral guardian woven from shadows and whispers, standing sentinel against the relentless encroachment of fear. It fills the air with an electric tension, a palpable energy that crackles with the promise of protection. As the darkness swirls and claws at the edges of sanity, this...

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A kind of dark whirlwind disturbed their bodies. By Carlos del Puente

sábado, noviembre 30, 2024
 The road: a hilly stretch, at the western end, surprised him. Although most of the roads were disrupted. Beyond the port, in the afternoon, sometimes at night... so much so that they should catch him. A kind of dark whirlwind disturbed their bodies. Yet fear hung heavy in the air, thick as the fog that rolled in from the sea. They could hear...

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This was born in Niagara Falls. By Carlos del Puente

jueves, noviembre 21, 2024
 They had, they were told, taken every day. They couldn't see anything until this place. His eyes scanning the houses in front of which they passed in search of what he could use. For long seconds, he stood there, completely immobile. Their every sweet movement. This was born in Niagara Falls. They had just read in the local newspaper. These broken tendons due...

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He drugged the vigilante of the night of the hundred eyes to gain access with impunity to the immense blind night as the ironic God who permanently visits his ironic creation. By Carlos del Puente

viernes, noviembre 15, 2024
And were they exposing themselves even more to danger? and did they arise, night and our, as an apparition in the frame of the empty space of the back, on the back of the shoulders. Were they resting on a saber blade placed across, above the abyss forged by their endless journeys. He drugged the vigilante of the night of the hundred eyes...

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By dint of boldly and recklessly always repeating the same acts, they pretended to lengthen their eternity a word torn out of obsession. By Carlos del Puente

jueves, noviembre 14, 2024
 In them, a slight confusion was almost completely hidden under the skillful social expression forged since childhood. In their euphoria they felt stunned during the act they performed with a will that was so firm and fierce as well as obstinate.  By dint of boldly and recklessly always repeating the same acts, they pretended to lengthen their eternity a word torn out of...

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Since they called themselves the minotaur of space, they embraced paradox as a guiding principle. By Carlos del Puente

miércoles, noviembre 13, 2024
 They sacralized this bulimic way of being in the world. They had to travel and they were taking the road to *** with the feeling of the discipline in the regularity of its activities. Since they called themselves the minotaur of space, they embraced paradox as a guiding principle; within the labyrinthine expanse of asphalt and endless horizon lay both chaos and clarity....

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This strange measure of pain hyperinmaturity of the word his constant danger often became sumptuously picky sometimes bitter fruits of the fleshy tongue To die is to play with time and the space and to mature is to play with time and the space this maturation necessary to arrive at death and to linger is to flirt with the edges of existence. By Carlos del Puente

domingo, noviembre 10, 2024
 This strange measure of pain hyperinmaturity of the word his constant danger often became sumptuously picky sometimes bitter fruits of the fleshy tongue To die is to play with time and the space and to mature is to play with time and the space this maturation necessary to arrive at death and to linger is to flirt with the edges of existence, to...

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In this interconnected global landscape, the ramifications of these events extend beyond geographical boundaries, impacting diverse communities across the globe. By Carlos del Puente

miércoles, noviembre 06, 2024
 Additionally, these [events/phenomena] could transpire in a myriad of environments, from the bustling cities to the serene countryside. The importance of understanding and tackling these occurrences lies not only in their immediate impact but also in their long-term consequences, shaping the world around us on a profound level. Let us strive to delve deeper, to uncover the root causes, and devise solutions that...

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Since the report was often perceived as a public insult, it provoked a lasting feeling of disgust and horror. By Carlos del Puente

miércoles, noviembre 06, 2024
 The chronicle offends, provokes a feeling of disgust or horror.  They feel an urgent need passage to the act. The chronicle offends, provokes a feeling of disgust or horror. They feel an urgent need passage to the act. Each line breathes a tension that quivers like a taut string, vibrating with unuttered truths, the weight of unspoken consequences resting on their shoulders. They...

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Relying on the vicissitudes of the sources And from that moment on, as space was abolished that they have, or have had, with low noise although the details made it possible to identify them. By Carlos del Puente

domingo, noviembre 03, 2024
 Relying on the vicissitudes of the sources And from that moment on, as space was abolished that they have, or have had, with low noise although the details made it possible to identify them, they were still on the run while the others collected brief data from circumstantial witnesses.  Despite the diminished dimensions, their presence was undeniably tangible. Traces of their existence eroded,...

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Common use body using your own self-coprophage as sacred fetishized God present. By Carlos del Puente

sábado, noviembre 02, 2024
 Common use body using your own story self-coprophage in the present sacred fetishized God inherited from the word that will be identified later as many other forms of passion.  When they wanted to access another version of themselves they metamorphosed into other consistencies. In these transcendental acts, they harnessed their psychic energy, transforming into ethereal entities that existed beyond the realm of the...

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Shadows danced upon the crumbling stones as if embodying the ghostly whispers of the once-powerful. By Carlos del Puente

sábado, noviembre 02, 2024
 Does not count for much in his eyes, of course. Let us recall that this fills the observed is also, we know it since. ils jettaient sur les marques du cadavre exquis. Some conditions still need to be met for. Hence the need for constant confirmations. Matters proper to cannibals eyes eat faces. They intended to destroy the face of the Law. Transcended...

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Nearing the next hamlet. By Carlos del Puente

viernes, noviembre 01, 2024
 After passing several dozen towns on secondary roads, venturing onward, the picturesque panorama unfolded yet again, as if a scenic artist had brushed pastoral landscapes across a vast canvas. Rolling green hills dotted with charming farmhouses and grazing livestock beckoned a sense of tranquility, whilst the sun cast its golden rays through the foliage, painting each scene with an ethereal glow. Nearing the...

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But from here, the death of the road could be seen like lead. By Carlos del Puente

viernes, noviembre 01, 2024
 Emerging from the shadowy embrace of the woodland, a quaint cottage beckoned, its ivy-clad walls casting hypnotic patterns against the setting sun. A gentle hint of smoke curled from the chimney, suggesting a cozy hearth warmed by the day's last embers. Solitude blanketed the landscape as nature's symphony played one final melody, silhouetting the world in hues of twilight. The journey had been...

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Within the universe's eternal dance. By Carlos del Puente

viernes, noviembre 01, 2024
 Back from Kansas City This would have gone virtually unnoticed they had the wolf in the preface to his deeds that they were later recognized by their actions  divides the loss with his deeds announced the inherent emptiness prior to the loss solitary birth of one's own ideas in the firmest conviction by a long private wooded road the trees had been cut...

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