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Carlos del Puente
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They carry amulets of the encounter

lunes, agosto 02, 2021
 Fluorescent eyes closed. They run, they break, they flee. They miss each other, they remember, they love. Turned upside down. They carry amulets of the encounter. The heart designs, adapts, twists, collides. They destroy the empty hours. They take small doses of the memory. In a prolonged aspiration. In the lungs the air retreats screaming. They fall like dominoes. They grind on the...

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