Postsrinconpoetico7 in # poetry • 3 yr. ago • 1 min readThe 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, Towards a slant of wasted life for the good of the anthill. Slaves in a social bubble. Imposed! Marked with the sign of an uncertain future…rinconpoetico7 in # poetry • 3 yr. ago • 1 min readThe 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, Towards a slant of wasted life for the good of the anthill. Slaves in a social bubble. Imposed! Marked with the sign of an uncertain future…rinconpoetico7 in # poetry • 3 yr. ago • 1 min readThe 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 at the world from your throne of uncertainty, but with the hope of seeing a new day. The stars dance in nirvanic illumination, before your…rinconpoetico7 in # fiction • 3 yr. ago • 5 min readChristmas 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 restful night's sleep, my brown eyes focused on the old clock that chimed relentlessly, letting me know that the morning had begun. I woke up still a…rinconpoetico7 in # fiction • 3 yr. ago • 6 min readFiction: 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 it a little to have a better perspective of the struggle for the domination of the space in my room. My dark eyes focused deeply on those movements…rinconpoetico7 in # fiction • 3 yr. ago • 7 min readFiction: 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 girl. After a few stealthy steps, she approached the bookcase and with the gentleness of a cat pulled out the album, her long slender fingers firmly…rinconpoetico7 in # fiction • 3 yr. ago • 7 min readS&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 without mercy. Hank leaned back in his seat as the cigar in his mouth was consumed. At that instant there was a knock on the wooden door, the knocking…rinconpoetico7 in # fiction • 3 yr. ago • 1 min readEntrada 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 vamos tomados la navidad es tradición cargada de suma emoción con nuestra familia abrazados. Las campanas con sus repiques anuncia que nació el…rinconpoetico7 in # poetry • 3 yr. ago • 4 min readTrappedTrapped 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 as fast as I can, but the voices get farther and farther away, it's like going after a rainbow looking for its beginning or end. I will never find how…rinconpoetico7 in # fiction • 3 yr. ago • 5 min readFiction: 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, and other foods flooded the house with the mysticism of bells and carols. The mother was doing her best to make the best Christmas for her children…rinconpoetico7 in # fiction • 3 yr. ago • 2 min readFinal 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 his arms in victory, he has finally accomplished everything he has planned, and the people acclaim him in a mystical atmosphere of jubilation. While…rinconpoetico7 in # poetry • 3 yr. ago • 1 min readPainting 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 your sign. The celestial and the rain of stars form majestically, invading the sky in a luminous glow. ¡Thanks for you reading!rinconpoetico7 in # poetry • 3 yr. ago • 1 min readButterfly (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 lives according to your laws, no one can take the reins of your living wild in life. Sensual smiles you are giving away in your flying…rinconpoetico7 in # poetry • 3 yr. ago • 1 min readEntrada 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 pensamientos y todos renuentes se niegan a pensarte eres ese negativo en mi memoria que duele como el frío de la nieve que quema como el sol…rinconpoetico7 in # fiction • 3 yr. ago • 5 min readThe 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 answered I saw that it was my friend Jhon. I was very happy since I hadn't seen him for two years. "Hello, Jhon my old friend, good to hear from you…rinconpoetico7 in # fiction • 3 yr. ago • 4 min readThe 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 and forth in an endless dance, up and down, I still couldn't discern the reality of a new tomorrow, and the drowsiness of sleep still haunting my…rinconpoetico7 in # fiction • 3 yr. ago • 6 min readFiction: 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. His fine hands squeezed the instrument of his writing, one by one the letters were engraved in the imperishable archive of his creations. His face…rinconpoetico7 in # poetry • 3 yr. ago • 1 min readEl 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 apuro. «Ven, borracho insolente, te llevaré al hueco maloliente». «¡Ay! Demonito, perdóname la vida». «No friegues por perdón, que ya…rinconpoetico7 in # fiction • 3 yr. ago • 2 min readChristmas 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, despite having a motor disability, he enjoyed it to the fullest and his family always did their best to provide him with a happy environment, where he…rinconpoetico7 in # poetry • 3 yr. ago • 1 min readMagical 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 emotions and adrenaline sensations. An ecstasy of stories and fantastic realities, that make me fly towards universes, where the letters are my…
