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El futuro tuyo (mi primer mini cuento)
Si sigues caminando hasta el muy fundo del puerto, encontrarás el cárcel abandonado allí, donde verás los papelitos pegados a las paredes. El aire huele gris y mojado.
En los papeles ponen, " no sé cuando pero regresaré."
siempre queria escribir algo como este cuento. he leido otro titulado el pozo, de Luis Mateo Diez. pues lo que hago es simplemente hacer un ejercicio imitandolo. lo pondre en fb si esta todo bien.
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I don't know, it could be a start of a story.
The taste of blood remains here. Between teeth and teeth, tongue and throat. It's fascinating, for how close it is to me, for which I can easily observe it right here. I am not saying that I love it, I mean, it rot reminds me of the situation where I am. Because I am trapped here, under the huge, dark well, without water or anything to eat. And for any good, it is the taste of blood that reminds me to find a way out. But how? All surrounding me are smooth stones covered with moss, and nothing else. Disable to remember the reason why I'm here, out of ideas how to rescue myself, tired and sick, I sit here. There is nothing I can do.
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