Carlos del Puente relatos
Conversation between a traffic light and a pedestrian about the meaning of red. By Carlos del Puente Stories
martes, marzo 04, 2025 The city breathed with the rhythm of a sick pulse. Between the smoke of the escapes and the murmur of the hurried crowds, the traffic light raised its three -eyed lighthouse on the corner of the avenue of the forgotten. It was not an object, but an iron and cable witness, a sentry who had learned to measure time not in seconds, but...
