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Engentado – Zelda Reville
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Luxury is not a necessity to me, but beautiful and good things are. Anaïs Nin. December 27, 2016. March 1, 2017. I squat down at my newest find. A pair of hooded eyes observes my casual saunter towards its burden. Well, hello there, I rasp drily to my own reflection. I unlock my phone, and as my eyes dart across the illuminated screen my eyes involuntarily roll towards the dingy ceiling of the smoke stop staircase. The boss needs me back in ten minutes. Do with a multi-coloured loom handle? In an empty s...
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Tinted Windows – cirque de la nuit
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Cirque de la nuit. The inky journey of a modern day Troubador. Littered with cigarette butts. Reeking of whiskey and. Sensitive to the sunlight. Covered with bumps, bruises. And dry patches on your skin. Dirt caked and fuzzy headed. The constraints of who and what you should be. Will bring you to your knees. Society wants you to bow. To humble yourself in its shadow. And be #grateful for the #blessings. It bestows on you. The warm drippings from its high table. If you take it, you owe fealty. You are com...
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Love, part deux – cirque de la nuit
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Cirque de la nuit. The inky journey of a modern day Troubador. Love, part deux. If you can’t map the scars on my skin. And create a masterpiece. If you don’t hear a Symphony,. With crashing symbols,. When my heart breaks. Then you have icicles in your veins. And my love cannot be yours. Maybe not all who wander are lost.but I certainly am. Enjoying every step of the journey and counting every adventure a blessing, because it turns into the kind of gritty writing I love. November 17, 2016. The things I wa...
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November 2016 – cirque de la nuit
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Cirque de la nuit. The inky journey of a modern day Troubador. Love, part deux. If you can’t map the scars on my skin. And create a masterpiece. If you don’t hear a Symphony,. With crashing symbols,. When my heart breaks. Then you have icicles in your veins. And my love cannot be yours. November 17, 2016. Death rattle of regression. It feels the slight prickle. On the back of. Its goose pimpled neck. And senses the cold. Touch of curved steel. It must have its last. Of the scepter,. With fear and blame.
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Reconocimientos | unmaldiaparaelpezplatano
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Cuentos, microcuentos y cosas todavía más pequeñas. Ganador semanal “Relatos en Cadena” de Escuela de Escritores y Cadena Ser: Hilos. Ganador mensual “Esta noche te cuento”: La conquista silenciosa. Ganador semanal “Relatos en Cadena” de Escuela de Escritores y Cadena Ser: Manos. Finalista “II Concurso Colaborativo Internacional de Microrrelatos”: La muñeca que soñó que volaba. Seleccionado “I Concurso Colaborativo Internacional de Microrrelatos”: Prioridades. Introduce aquí tu comentario.
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Adrián | unmaldiaparaelpezplatano
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Cuentos, microcuentos y cosas todavía más pequeñas. Archivo del Autor: Adrián. Me gusta contar y no hablo de matemáticas. Octubre 27, 2016. El penado de la celda 273, don Isidro Parodi, recibió con algún desgano a su visitante. A pesar del sombrero, las gafas de montura vintage y el bigote parduzco, no tardó en reconocerlo. Aquello le pareció el colmo. Al muy desgraciado no … Seguir leyendo →. Octubre 17, 2016. Octubre 11, 2016. Julio 29, 2016. Esta noche te cuento. La medida del agua. Julio 14, 2016.
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A Little More – cirque de la nuit
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Cirque de la nuit. The inky journey of a modern day Troubador. If I could make a wish for you. It would be a desperately simply one. I wish that you would. Maybe take part of it,. But leave the heart tender and soft. With the other part. I wish you would go out in the world. And not be meek and mild. Not turn your cameras eye on yourself. But face the world around you. Make something, feel something. About the things you see. The people you encounter. I wish you would take it. And give it to someone else.
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Dinner Time – cirque de la nuit
https://cirquedelanuitblog.wordpress.com/2016/11/03/dinner-time
Cirque de la nuit. The inky journey of a modern day Troubador. Oven has been on. The pan of tomatoes is. Their ripe plump skins. Splitting down the side. As the juices expand. No time to dice the mushrooms. Turn bitesized when roasted. Whip together a creamy butter sauce. Throw in quickly chopped garlic…. Put the first record on. Skim the needle a bit on the surface. Up your sweaty spine. Sweaty because its hot. Steamy because of the. Soup needs to be turned down. Dash in some more wine. Sip as you stir.
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Cowboy Coffee – cirque de la nuit
https://cirquedelanuitblog.wordpress.com/2016/10/20/cowboy-coffee
Cirque de la nuit. The inky journey of a modern day Troubador. J drinks his coffee super hot, and dark black. Cowboy coffee I call it. The kind you drink. On a cold mountain morning. Out on the range. You get up off your sleeping roll. In the same clothes you wore. And you sit on a stump, or broken-off log. And sip out of a hot tin cup,. The steam mixing with puffs of condensation. Fog still looms low over the ground. But the blue peaks rise above it. I prefer my clouds as. To break up the heaviness.
