The Pink Maze – 8
I found the rambling man. He carries a broken guitar. His nose was powdered with magic dust. This...
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Posted by arbolfest | Abr 11, 2019 | Ficción, The Pink Maze
I found the rambling man. He carries a broken guitar. His nose was powdered with magic dust. This...
Read MorePosted by arbolfest | Nov 19, 2010 | Hipervínculos
Muchos hablan de qué las estrellas o los favoritos, son una carrera de egos. Hasta verbo hay:...
Read MorePosted by arbolfest | Feb 11, 2007 | Cuentos, Fotocuentos
La paciente continua escribiendo en su mano: “Busca en las estrellas, ahí siempre estará...
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