BlogHide Reblurtsrinconpoetico7 in poetry • 11 months agoThe antsEnglish The ants A new day falls on the anthill, Bathing the automated beings, complying with the orders of the system. In single file they walk towards the horizon of nothingness…rinconpoetico7 in poetry • 11 months agoThe antsEnglish The ants A new day falls on the anthill, Bathing the automated beings, complying with the orders of the system. In single file they walk towards the horizon of nothingness…rinconpoetico7 in poetry • 11 months agoThe face of the moonThe face of the moon Beautiful features of so sublime image, full of sadness and riotous joy. Hair of lunar dust, waving in the eternity of empty space. Eyes of oriental feature, gazing…rinconpoetico7 in fiction • 11 months agoChristmas MadnessChristmas Madness It was a day before Christmas, a day with new airs, a cold breeze sheltered the feelings of those winters where hopes flowed like renewed cascades of faith. I awoke after a…rinconpoetico7 in fiction • 11 months agoFiction: Airs of memoriesAirs of memories I was lying looking up at the whitish ceiling, some insects were walking around in a dance of love, distracting my gaze fixed on nothingness. My arms were under my head, raising…rinconpoetico7 in fiction • 11 months agoFiction: AlbumEnglish Album Dora was a very curious girl, her long brown hair matched her brown eyes, which focused on grandma's old album, which lay on the bookcase, issuing a silent invitation to the young…rinconpoetico7 in fiction • 11 months agoS&S Invitational: December | BlackBlack The man took the last puff on his cigarette, then released the smoke into the night air, complicit in mostly unpunished crimes. Hank was a detective who took justice into his own hands…rinconpoetico7 in fiction • 11 months agoEntrada al Concurso de poesía de Literatos | NavidadEspañol Navidad La navidad es de colores euforia, luces y alegría en el ambiente algarabía también es feria de sabores. Y sin faltar ricos olores todos unidos como hermanos de las manos…rinconpoetico7 in poetry • 11 months agoTrappedTrapped I'm trapped here, mists accompany my days. Eternal cyclical dreams haunt my head, I go in and out in an intermittence of abstract realities. I hear voices in an endless distance, I run…rinconpoetico7 in fiction • 11 months agoFiction: The gifts (Los regalos)English The gifts It is Christmas Eve, the colors red and green mingled with the winter white. The mother in the kitchen was preparing Christmas delicacies. The smell of cookies, turkey, punch…rinconpoetico7 in fiction • 11 months agoFinal chapter: The MessiahThe Messiah Final chapter In the previous chapter, the celebration of the new world has begun, now nothing can stop the change. I invite you to read the end of this chapter... The messiah raises…rinconpoetico7 in poetry • 11 months agoPainting starsEnglish Painting stars With the astral brush, we draw the luminous luminous points in the dark firmament. Splashing the grains of space paint, forming the constellations accompanied by…rinconpoetico7 in poetry • 11 months agoButterfly (Mariposa)English Butterfly Free figure that flies in the breeze of freedom. Its wings open to receive the receive the player of love love that delights with the divine nectar. Untamed butterfly who…rinconpoetico7 in poetry • 11 months agoEntrada al Concurso de poesía de Literatos | En el espejoEn el espejo Nada cambia si yo no cambio heme aquí entre quimeras entre sombras que hacen luz entre febriles insomnios que despejan mis sueños de libertad. He buscado tu presencia en mis…rinconpoetico7 in fiction • 11 months agoThe mistakeThe mistake I was drinking my delicious Americano, and while I was tasting its delicious flavor, my phone that was on the kitchen counter rang, I quickly picked it up to see who it was, and when I…rinconpoetico7 in fiction • 11 months agoThe bagThe bag . I arrived at the kitchen a little discouraged for getting up early, I needed to clear my mind and cheer up a little before going out to do the routine chores. My eyelids were going back…rinconpoetico7 in fiction • 11 months agoFiction: The penThe pen Mark was writing his best work. He slid the pencil along the lines with fine black squares, the phrases flowed on the virginal canvas witness of his ideas, a little crazy, but passionate.…rinconpoetico7 in poetry • 11 months agoEl diablo y yo | Suspiria, concurso de literatura y arte de terror. 5ta. edición (Literatura): Me río del diablo rinconpoetico7 64 24 days ago inZona De EscalofriosEspañol El diablo y yo Borracho andaba por la calle, oscura y sin nadie. Muy tieso y muy majo, caminaba calle abajo. Entre sombras vi a un cachón vil, con un trinche puntudo llamándome sin…rinconpoetico7 in fiction • 11 months agoChristmas hugChristmas hug "Christmas is a time to share and enjoy", Andres commented to his mother, she thoughtfully and as if looking for a certain sadness in the child; he kept talking about it as normal…rinconpoetico7 in poetry • 11 months agoMagical worlds(Mundos mágicos) [EN/ES]English Magical worlds I submerge myself among wonderful words, hoping to find the beauty of fantasy. My mind is intoxicated with the addictive narrations, producing dizziness of…
