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In the last year of university, I was standing at a conference, looking at the shelves of everyone who offers products and small gifts from their companies. I approached a shelf, and they were giving away everything they had left. It was the last day, and the truth is that I did not want anything of what they offered, but a hand extended a rolled paper and offered it to me, I accepted out of courtesy, and I went home. The next day, I spread out the rolled paper; it was a poster from Cajamarca. I pasted it on the wall above the head of my bed...
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I do not remember my face. A long time ago since I awaken under a wrecked truck, in my work, at a mine. All has changed suddenly, no friends alive, looking for my family. I was meandering in what was my town because I did not find my family. I Hope they passed away with no pain. But I do not remember my name and how my face is. To be starving is a good hunting teacher. I have learned how to knot, set up tramps, and light up fires. The good of all this is that I am eating healthy food, cook with no sauces that cause heart failure. No sug...
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By David Rios Today, tired, exhausted, I went to sleep and tried to dream. I used to have vivid dreams, but I forgot those as soon as I open my eyes the next day. So sad, because I wrote down the ones that I was able to remember; Why? Because those are my omens. Some are good, some are bad. Those omens are coming into the truth. I can see them appearing in my daily life as flash memories of my past, a past that will happen in the future. Maybe it is schizophrenia. But how could it be possible?. For instance, once I was trying to ...
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