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CONTENIDO. El amor está en el aire………………………………………………1 Túnel……………………………………………………………………..2 Sin palabras……………………………………………………………..3 Temporada de caza……………………………………………………4 Aires de esperanza ……………………………………………………5 Un planeta girando alrededor de un astro……………………..6 Irrenunciable ……………………………………………………………7 Producción de fabrica ………………………………………………..8 Cadeus……………………………………………………………………..9-26 Empieza con c, pero termina contigo…………………………….27 Los sentimientos de los labios……………………………………….28 La esperanza de una vida cualquiera……………………………….29 A falta de nombre, te escribí un poema…………………………..30 Un amor efímero…………………………………………………………31 La salvación en la muerte………………………………………………32 Te amo……………………………………………………………………………33


Dirección general: Jorge Piña Williams. Consejo editorial: Gibran Alcérreca, Bruno Cruz, Armando Rodríguez. Jefatura de diseño: Paula Gaytán. Estilo: Armando Rodríguez. Promoción: TCC-15. Redacción: Armando Rodríguez. Colaboradores: Gibran Alcérreca, Bruno Cruz, Carolina Espinosa, Paula Gaytán, Alejandro Guerra, Armando Rodríguez.


¿Quiénes Somos…? Armando De Dios Rodríguez Carrillo. Escritor polifacético, de vastos planos creativos; derrama la tinta en la hoja para crear mundos estrafalarios.

Paula Gaytán Gómez. Escritora en desarrollo, apasionada a la lectura. Nunca la vas a encontrar sin una libreta, una pluma y un libro.


Alejandro Guerra Lazos. Aficionado de los libros y el conocimiento; apasionado de la escritura ya que esta es la forma de comunicaciรณn que mejor domina.

Carolina Espinosa Aguilera. Apasionada de la escritura y el dibujo. Gusta de escribir ya que es la mejor forma que encuentra para expresar sus emociones.


Bruno Cruz Sánchez. Escritor expresivo y concreto que su único medio de transmitir los sentimientos que tiene a flor de piel es la escritura y la música.

Gibran Alonso Alcérreca Manrique. Escritor apasionado de las letras, la fotografía y la cultura. Entre el exterior y los sentimientos hay una conexión que solo podemos entender a través del arte.


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El amor estรก en el aire. Aire impregnado de sangre, Aire con olor a tormento, Aire oscuro y turbulento, Porque el amor estรก en el aire.

Bruno Cruz Sรกnchez.


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Túnel. Otra vez veo aquel oscuro túnel; Lo veo y es un abismo, Lo veo y es un agujero, Lo palpo y está hueco, Lo vuelvo a ver y es mi reflejo.

Bruno Cruz Sánchez.


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Sin palabras.

Sin palabras te escuchaba Sin saberlo te sabía Eterna como el alba Sin querer te quería

Bruno Cruz Sánchez.


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TEMPORADA DE CAZA Por Armando Rodríguez Carrillo

Volteé la mirada hacia el cielo Y vi como descendían los halcones, Depredando hasta sus congéneres, Y se encontraban a montones.

Los graznidos de los gansos exhalaban aire de socorro, los halcones con sus garras

clavaban la muerte en todo.


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AIRES DE ESPERANZA Por Armando Rodríguez Carrillo Respiro aires de vacío contundente, todo alrededor mío se desvanece. Paulatinamente me encuentro solo, pues todo a mi alrededor perece. Observo los galeones encallados y pierdo toda la esperanza, me limpio la sangre de las manos, mas no puedo quitar ni una mancha. ¡Prescindo de esta vida fútil! Pues solo el odio avanza, me encuentro obtuso e inútil y pierdo los aires de esperanza.


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Un planeta girando alrededor de un astro...

Un rostro, un rastro, y un planeta girando alrededor de un astro. Una mirada y un suspiro, y un plateado lucero y su curso constante, y de todas sus caras y de todos sus nombres. De todos los ojos sorprendidos, y todos los enamorados perdidos en un mundo por siempre en la noche suspendido, con la entrañable e insistente costumbre de girar sin dirección ninguna. En rumbo siempre... con meta nunca. Un camino conocido, y un futuro por siempre desconocido. De un sueño, de todos los colores, y de un velero entre todas las estrellas. ¿Qué grave destino nos regresa al final siempre donde comenzamos? ¿Qué grave fuerza nos aleja de caer nunca en el abismo? ¿Qué hacemos aquí? ¿A dónde vamos? De un mundo, de un sol y una luna, de la fuerza que nos une, y del tiempo que nunca se detiene

Gibrán Alcérreca Manrique


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Irrenunciable.

Buscándote desesperadamente te pierdo. Rompiéndome rápidamente por irte a buscar me pierdo. Aferrándome a ti escapó de la realidad a un horizonte inalcanzable. Me cuestiono a mí mismo en terrible dilema, me sorprendo a mí mismo en inesperada sentencia. ¿Qué no sería capaz yo de hacer por irte a buscar? ¿Qué estoy dispuesto a dejar atrás por irte a encontrar? Consciente de qué hay algo dentro de mí que morirá y seguirá muriendo. ¿Qué me impulsa a herirme a cada instante ahogado en tu recuerdo?

¿Acaso serán tus ojos de sol de medianoche? ¿Acaso será tu mirada interrumpiendo las eternidades? Insistiendo en intentos inútiles, agotando el tiempo y desangrando el alma; eres irrenunciable. Terriblemente irrenunciable.

Gibrán Alcérreca Manrique.


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Producción de fábrica. Mira hacia abajo, aquí perteneces, aquí permanece, No despegues los pies del suelo, nunca tocarás el cielo. Si tienes sed puedes llorar Muere de aburrimiento o de hambre. Solo sigue a la multitud, ama lo que te digan que ames, llora lo que te enseñen a llorar, mira donde quieren que mires, ignora lo que necesita ser ignorado. Déjate llevar por el sistema, los sueños están sobrevalorados. Obedece a la gente que te rodea, si tiene razón o no, realmente no importa, lo importante es que la gente que te rodea se sienta obedecida. Si no lo haces no te lo perdonarán, no lo intentes, no vale la pena. Al fin y al cabo, todos somos humanos, prefabricados, iguales. Te enseñarán que creer y qué sentir, lentamente, sutilmente. Camina en la oscuridad, tus ojos se acostumbrarán, la luz deslumbra y lastima. Ajústate para (sobre)vivir. Apúrate, adáptate o morirás.


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CADEUS Kireg woke up in the morning, tired as always. Inside his green tent everything was dark and gloomy, almost like himself, with a groan he managed to gather enough strength to stand up. He wished he could stay all day in bed, but he had a duty and he must do at all costs. “Captain Kireg” a voice called from the outside, a deep and loud voice could only be from Rike. Once Kireg opened his tent he saw him, a big and fat man with a beard long enough to hide a knife. “Hey, cap’ good to see ya” Rike said. “Did ya hear? They say Lord Rufft died in the battle from two days ago.” “They?” Kireg questioned doubtfully. “The people from town last town” “You can’t be serious you believe what anyone tells you.” “Uh, but they seemed trustworthy.” “Of course, they do, but that doesn’t mean that their words are truth. They want peace Rike, they need it; people are starving, being attacked by bandits and their children have to go to a war they don’t care about. I would also want to believe that there was peace. But there isn’t and won’t soon be with what we’ll do tomorrow.” Rike seemed a bit down after hearing that, but who wouldn’t? Who would want to people suffer, most people wanted peace but you couldn’t get there without war and the time of war was now. Kireg moved on to his daily training still having doubts of what was coming, what


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would Eriu say if she knew of this? She’d be disgusted. He understood what the consequences were of defying a god, but he swore to help the war and he couldn’t go back on his word. Days passed like seconds after living for so long, but 48 springs weren’t enough to call it a day and stop doing what he loved, fighting. The adrenaline that it brought him, the feeling of being able to die by a single arrow or a spear thrust is so good it was addicting, it all made him feel alive. He longed for a fight and he was going to have one but he was not a child anymore and those thoughts and feelings couldn't control him as they once did in the past, as exciting as they were they brought pain to people and that pain haunted him. On that evening, Kireg walked through the camp seeing the soldiers train, the smiths forging weapons, the hunters bringing deer and pig’s meat for dinner, everyone was doing their daily duties, “Not daily after today.” Kireg thought. He remembered those times when his emotions got the better of him, the pain he


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caused, the families he broke, the terror he brought. Thinking about all those memories brought him pain, but they had to be remembered for it to not happen again.

The host of the army was to arrive soon, he wondered how his contractor would look like. He had heard the tales of Camalus, people rumored that he would cut the parts of the bodies from his victims and then eat them himself, if it weren’t for that scary guy who came to contract Kireg’s mercenary band in the first day he wouldn’t have accepted, but the deed was done and there was no looking back. Still, the stories about this Camalus character seemed fictitious at best, his only victims had been armies or scout parties from the Destriant Empire. Kireg while still reflecting he heard noises from the other part of the camp, he moved to where the sound appeared to be originated from. There he saw hundreds of people, marching towards the camp, some were mounted on horses, others held long spears and big shields but in front of them was a tall man, white skin, blonde hair, and a look that brought fear. Chapter 1 There were times where Lugh would give a smile to the people, to give them strength and hope to carry on but Lugh knew that it didn’t matter. It wouldn’t bring their dead children who were taken to war back, it wouldn’t decrease the taxes, and it was nothing more than false hope. On this you either let people shape


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your future or you shape yours, that was the law this ‘God’ had given to every child he created but barely actually knew. In Creidhe, as in the other 3 kingdoms and the empire, everyone worshiped Amaethos the one and only God, the savior of the world and all of the endless stupidity the bishop’s poisoned the people with. A shame that, but there was nothing to be done, the church was as important as the royal family and it gave people hope, even if it wasn’t true. As Lugh kept riding with General Olwen beside him through the village they were stationed at he saw that some houses were destroyed, probably burned and bandits were the source of this, most likely. The village was a peaceful one, people seemed friendly but scared, some children were playing on the grass. “I wish I could go back to those times where I played with my siblings.” Lugh said. “As do I, my Lord.” Olwen answered silently. “But those times are long gone, we should focus on today.” “Yes.” Lugh said. “The meeting starts in a few minutes, correct?”


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“Indeed, my Lord. Our 3 commanders and some standouts soldiers will be present to discuss about attacking Caer Camalus.” Olwen said with a preoccupied tone. As much as the man has helped Lugh, there was something else and that made him not trust the man despite showing his loyalty and prowess in battle, that feeling distressed Lugh but doubting his own men wasn’t something he could afford to do, so he had to bury those thoughts for later. All of the meeting attendants were finally here, they were sitting in a long and round table made of wood. The chairs were made of wood as well, not as comfortable as the chairs used in royal balls but they served their purpose. General Olwen and Commander Kireg were beside Lugh and Cian and Pavium beside them. There also was Straiff a standout soldier who covered their left flank and defeated some fearsome enemies. Muin, his older brother was a strategist and he also is the one who helped Lugh escape death over 10 years ago. The 2 left were Eadhadh and Iodhadh, both royalty from Eostre, the neighboring kingdom and old friends of Lugh. Everyone at the meeting knew it would be a long one, attacking a fort deep into Cailleach territory was a risky move but it was the rebellion’s only card to play. They wanted to make the government fear them and see them as a threat, thus creating chaos between the noble houses and the royal family and for them to make irrational decisions. “We should lay siege on their walls their army will be trapped and their supplies aren’t sufficient for more than 1 week.” said Cian the youngest of the three commanders. He is an average looking person unlike the other 2 commanders who were more hot heated, he is calm and stoic, impressive for someone so young. Although his skills on the battlefield as sharp as his colleagues, his intelligence and adaptability to the spontaneous situations brought him to a high


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ranking in the army. “Bah, that’s a coward’s tactic a true warrior fights any challenge head on, not with weakling tactics like this one.” Pavium dismissively. He was the hot heated one from the group, always recklessly charging against the enemy’s army, but he had a good heart and no one had ever beaten him in a one on one fight. “Yes and get all of us killed in the process.” Cian answered before sighing. “Lugh, why does this brute comes to the meetings if his brain is less useful than a bow with no arrows” “Tsk, what would a turd like you know about a battlefield?” “Enough. Both of you, this is an important meeting and you’re having a pointless discussion.” Kireg said, with an authoritarian tone that made both of the commanders shush. The rebellion’s newest commander was an experienced warrior with enough achievements for his name along to cause fear in enemy soldiers. “Before doing any plans I think we should go over our numbers.” Muin


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said and everyone agreed to hear them. General Olwen stood up and exclaimed “Thanks to the reports from our scouts we know that inside the fort there are at least 10,000 men and about 15,000 civilians, their numbers aren’t as different as ours, with Kireg’s forces we make a sum of 7,000 soldiers, 4,000 with being infantry, 1,500 archery, 1,000 cavalry and 500 more with the mercenaries. The best outcome would be losing as less soldiers as possible.” Discussion was held for about 2 hours with no end to it, insults were also thrown around but at the end there was no plan and no one agreed to anything. Until Muin with his eyes filled with determination he explained to everyone the plan that everyone but Pavium accepted, Muin’s plan was a risky one but it was possible and it would bring Lugh closer to his goal. ‘Only a little more and you will be able to rest’ he told them, with a plan and ready to attack Lugh couldn’t hold back his smile. Chapter 2 It was a chilly and dull night. Adonis was tired from yesterday’s training with Decimus, despite either of them taking it seriously. The ball was starting in a few moments and around the room there were the six most important noble families in Creidhe. The first to arrive were the Danus, they were one of the two families who aided the rebels 10 years ago, they control the Mountains of the Risen and their male heirs grow up outside without any contact with the outside world until they are of age. After them were the Gorts, who had their territory border with Destria and their lands were often sacked by their army, Orr the head of the house was an angry man who only sought power and luxury but a good warrior he was, if it


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wasn’t for him, other houses would have needed to commit more resources into protecting Creidhe. Then two families arrived at the same time, the Oghmands and the Cermaits, both were the oldest families from Creidhe after the royal family. The Cermaits bordered with Destria and Ullr so the head of the family needed to be strong, unlike the Oghmands whose main worry was catching enough fish and harvesting the necessary to feed the right part of the kingdom. Next were the Neits who weren’t really but they provided the kingdom with trained and disciplined soldiers, so they recently rose into a noble house, and last and very much least were the Cailleachs a family who had a bigger ego than a brain both Kinsan and Deiv Cailleach were insufferable fools who believed they deserved everything but they were only trash when compared to the Oghmands. Decimus sat beside Adonis and both were ready for the ball start, they talked about the current situation of the kingdom, other families and Adonis was looking for a spouse so the topic came up. Until Queen Johanna entered the room and exclaimed “Welcome everyone, I hope we didn’t make you wait too long. The main reason of reuniting all of you wasn’t because of my son’s wedding the truth is.” Queen Johanna was


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saying until he appeared. As elegant as a crocodile and as handsome as a boar, King Ferlian III arrives to the room, with his black hair just like his mother, a stupid grin in his face and fat body. He said “Hello, as mother just said the real reason for this reunion isn’t my wedding, it’s because as of today, I, King Ferlian III from the Kingdom of Creidhne declare war on the Kingdom of Ullr.” Silence reigned. People started staring at each other with confused eyes and some of terror. Ullr wasn’t a kingdom as powerful as Eortre or Destria but it was a mighty force nonetheless, attacking a kingdom out of the blue wasn’t something Adonis thought as fair but it’s not something surprising coming from the king who murdered his own kin. “Why attack another kingdom all of a sudden?” asked Orr Gorts, who Adonis believed would be the most excited one to attack another kingdom. “We are currently dealing with the Destriant Empire, invading another nation wouldn’t be a great idea Your Grace.” “Yes, we are currently at war with Destria but we’re not losing and they aren’t winning so that means we’re winning and because of that I believe having Ullr’s territory would prove most beneficial to our nation, especially because of their gold mines.” King Ferlian answered. “But, Your Majesty.” This time it was Shalee Danus, the current head of the Danus family. “Wouldn’t it be wise to first destroy Destria’s forces and then attacking Ullr?” “I agree Your Majesty.” Now father joined the people who were against this plan. “Our supplies have been wary during this war and just recently a group of bandits started pillaging villages around Guzha’s territory.” More and more


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people brought up their reasons of why shouldn’t this plan occur but Adonis didn’t care, so long as he was able to practice with his spear he’d be happy. After an intense debate, a conclusion was reached. The Cailleach and Neits would protect the border with Eostre and take care of the group of bandits along with General Adair Oghmand and Adonis Oghmand. The Gorts along with most of the members of the royal guard would defend the border with Destria and finally, the Cermaits combined with the Danus’ fleet would invade and mercilessly destroy the Yao and Zhuu territories. Adonis was happy that he was given a task in this plan, despite it being dealing with worthless bandits. The people at the ball kept debating and dancing and eating and talking, but Adonisleft to take some fresh air and to leave the other fools when he opened the doors of the palace he was greeted by the night and he spent the rest ball outside, lost in thoughts.


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Chapter 3 Horns were heard around the battlefield, Lugh felt chills all over his body. He was ready for war, his body longed for killing people and seeing them suffer. At the other side of the hill there were soldiers with gray and red armor, on the front stood soldiers holding lances around 20m long and big shields with a hawk as their symbol, Lugh saw around 1,000. Behind their infantry held both lances and swords they seemed to be about 3,000 soldiers and at their sides their armored cavalry estimated 500 and held swords and spears like the infantry. The archers were barely noticeable, probably no more than 100 and behind all the army two figures stood up, a man with a black glaive and armor just the same color covering everything except his head, his horse was just as dark as the armor if not more. Beside him a man with a spear appeared, it’s color was also black but it wasn’t as majestic as the other one, he had full armor covering all of his body and his horse was just as white as his armor. “I’m getting excited just thinking we’re fighting those guys.” Pavium exclaimed, he was trembling as well. Dueling with any of those would probably mean death but taking them out at the same time. Muin wasn’t as excited as Pavium or Lugh, “Why do we have to fight guys as strong as those?” said Muin while trembling. “Don’t worry brother, I’ll kill anyone who tries to get near you.” Straiff reassured him. “So long as you kill and don’t get killed it will suffice.” Kireg said. “But only if other group survives it’ll mean we have the possibility of achieving victory.”


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“Let’s hope they win, now we should focus ourselves and destroy those weaklings.” Lugh bellowed to the entire army. “Let’s bring glory to this broken kingdom.” The army roared back at him. The horns were now closer than ever. The battle had just started. Lugh sent his infantry against the enemy’s armored soldiers, normally Lugh’s infantry would’ve been destroyed in seconds but due to the army consisting mostly of bandits and that they used axes it was a surprise factor that no ordinary army could foresee and defend against. But of course, they sent their cavalry and the bandits started falling like flies. ‘One thing less to worry about’ Lugh thought, but it was time with a single roar Lugh sent all of his troops to charge forward. A desperate move, the other leaders might’ve thought and just like they expected Lugh’s army was losing, despite having elite soldiers among his ranks the tides were never turned.


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Until an unexpected course of action occurred, a little force consisting of only cavalry attacked the main army’s body completely annihilating people left and right, the whole enemy army was dumbfounded and chaos spread through the ranks, only screams were heard. Chapter 4 Adonis was astonished, he couldn’t believe what he just witnessed and neither did his father. An army of bandits, that alone was suspicious but it could not have been true and yet it was. ¿¡But now, a coordinated attack!? This wasn’t a group of bandits, this was a rebellion and it had to be quelled, here and now. “Father” Adonis said. “Yes, I know what you’re thinking, ¿but is it a wise action?” “Maybe not, but it is what must be done. What would people say if we were beaten by bandits? Worthless bandits!” “True, you’re just like me.” Father said while sighing. “Let’s show these dastards what were made of!” Both men took the reigns of their horses and charged forward, spear in their hands and once they arrived to the battlefield they hit hard, heads started flying. Two trained and disciplined knights fought hard to prevent their names to be tainted with shame, and hard they fought, the battle dragged on for an hour and


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neither side got near the commanders of the other but blood was spilled all the same. Adonis charged and with a single thrust he impaled 3 men and started exchanging blows with a commander who was really skilled with the sword. But Adonis noticed something was off, his father was nowhere to be seen and he started to worry, until he saw him again, although not alone, he was surrounded by a circle of soldiers from both sides along with what appeared to be the enemy general. Both exchanged blows masterfully, it was a fair fight altogether with no side having a clear advantage. Despite his father being not much dueler he knew how to hold his ground in one.

Adonis was sure his father would win, even the finest knight in Chreidhe couldn’t defeat him easily. And it was just as Adonis thought, slowly but surely his father was getting the edge. More and more, until a thrust from his lance hit the horse of his opponent ‘This is it’ Adonis thought. His father charged and the kill was his. But a bandit move forward and before father could notice an axe hit him and cut him in


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his chest. “No!” Adonis bellowed and he was about to charge but his soldiers stopped him and asked him to retreat. Fury took over Adonis body and he wanted to murder all of them, he pushed aside his soldiers, as he was doing so he felt a hit on the head and his eyes started to close. “No!” -Adonis thought. “Father...no...I… failed you.”


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Chapter 5

Decimus’ lance was covered in blood and so was his armor, his arms and legs aches with pain and he felt as heavy as a lion. But that was the daily life of the soldier and he was used to it. Decimus walked through the burned streets of Zhuu, a province in Ullr, and leftovers of what before were called houses. Their task was to destroy and pillage as much as they could, leaving no survivors and taking all of their gold. He saw some soldiers taking a woman by force, beating her along the way, if Adonis were here he’d try to stop them but probably to no avail. That's the way of war, women were raped, civilians left homeless, killed and villages were burned to the ground. As a soldier it was his duty to follow orders and no more.

The morning sun bathed Decimus’ body with sunlight, today was another day and it meant more deaths. Decimus knew his father doubted of the plan to invade Ullr but it made a lot of sense, if Creidhe were to conquer Ullr it’d open the gates to a pincer attack to Destria. “Hey, Cermait!” a voice called, it was Hurf Gorts a soldier who was weaker than an ant but smarter than a dolphin. “Yes?” Decimus answered, uninterested. “You have a letter, didn’t know ye ‘ad a lover” “What? I don’t, odd…” “Wha’ever, ‘ere ya go. Take it.”


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Decimus took the letter and inspected it, the letter had a seal that screamed royalty, but the king would never waste the royal seal on a soldier, probably not even with the head of a noble house. After thinking for a while Decimus decided to open it, and the letter read:

“Greetings, Decimus Cermait I’m Yodel a servant of Amaethos. I cordially invite you to visit the land of our God and see for yourself the will of God, as well as personally speaking with Pope Marami about the faith of Amaethos. I hope you consider my proposal, child of Amaethos.


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Sincerely, Yodel” Decimus was left dumbfounded after reading the letter but this was a good excuse to stop seeing more death, perhaps letting faith enter, his life would be better. Unless the king ordered him not to travel to Amaethos island was his next destination.

He felt the wind around his body, his dark hair waved and his shirt as well. Father was against decision of Decimus leaving the army to go on ‘vacation’ but surprisingly the king obliged and he was going to a new place that could bring a new life.


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Empieza con c, pero termina contigo. Corrimos y corrimos hasta llegar al centro y nos dimos cuenta de que estábamos condenados habíamos sucumbido en la catástrofe en esa que me entregue con alma, en la que me diste tus manos, tus ojos y me hiciste viajar por tu mundo, planeando construir el nuestro, escondiéndonos del destino, de lo inevitable, de la catástrofe de tus labios sobre los míos.

Paula G.


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los sentimientos de los labios.

ese momento que con tu mano tocas mi rostro y siento la corriente eléctrica que recorre mi mente hasta llegar a mi lengua que empieza a gritar por tu vida, a sentir la vibración, el hambre de necesitar la tuya. en ese preciso instante que nuestras bocas están a punto de tocarse, esa milésima de segundo que tus labios no están en los míos; siento que nunca podré besar otros sin sentir que me faltan los tuyos. - Paula G


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La esperanza de una vida cualquiera. Círculo, círculo, círculo corro, corro, corro tal vez lo encuentre mañana tal vez nunca lo encuentre tal vez corro en vano. Pero la esperanza late en mi pecho; quiero creer que en el momento que mis pies vuelen, no me alimente de oxígeno, y mi mente surque los cielos en ese momento, sabré que lo he encontrado.

Paula G.


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A falta de nombre, te escribí un poema. Besé tus entrañas, lamiste mi obscuridad dimos vueltas hasta no poder más. Corrimos a polos opuestos para encontrarnos en el centro reabrimos heridas, descubrimos que seguían sangrando con nuestras lenguas limpiamos la sangre. ¿Y yo no sé si a esto se le llama amor?

Paula G.


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TE AMO Miro horrorizada como arrojas una silla contra la pared, y esta se rompe al instante. Tu mirada iracunda se posa en mí y me petrifico. Sé lo que sigue. Sé lo que esa mirada significa. A zancadas largas a cortas el espacio entre nosotros. Aplastó mi menudo cuerpo contra la pared detrás de mí para alargar la distancia. No quiero estar cerca de ti. Tu puño se estampa contra mi cara y un dolor agudo me entumece la quijada. Caigo al suelo del impacto y recibo una patada en las costillas, tan fuerte, que el aire se escapa de mis pulmones. Tu mano se enreda en mi cabello y lo jala hacia arriba obligándome a pararme. Me dices "Te amo." Y yo te creo. Tu mano acaricia mi mejilla suavemente antes de tomar impulso y darme una cachetada. "Lo hago por tu bien." Me dices "Lo sabes, ¿Verdad?" Y yo te digo que sí. Te digo que sí porque te creo. Tus dedos se enrollan entorno a mi garganta. El aire me empieza a faltar y mucho por soltarme. "Te amo, te amo, te amo." Repites una y otra vez, como si quisieras terminar de creerlo. Al día siguiente los hematomas cubren mi blanca piel. Y tú me dices que es un signo de que me amas. Y yo te creo. Porque también te amo.

-Carolina Espinosa Aguilera


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El galardonado con el Premio Nobel de Literatura de 2019, Peter Handke, se ha convertido en una figura altamente controversial por su apoyo a los serbios durante la Guerra de Yugoslavia en la década de los 90; ha recibido varias críticas negativas por parte del público literario y global.

El primero de octubre del 2019 a la edad de 93 años falleció el historiador y filósofo mexicano Miguel León-Portilla, que ha enriquecido la cultura mexicana con sus diversas novelas. “Para guiar a los hombres que aquí habrían de vivir era necesario rescatar la raíz de la antigua cultura, el testimonio del recuerdo, la conciencia de la historia” -Miguel León-Portilla

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