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I am the child of questions about things. By Carlos del Puente

sábado, noviembre 10, 2018

As you can see, I am the child of questions about things. Close to my house a stream passed by. One early morning, when the frost still falls at night, she lay frozen on the green grass, I was approaching the water flow, when I noticed that a few drops of cold water were coming on my toes and later they stood under...

Cuentos de un niño de tres años

Cuento de un niño de tres años. By Carlos del Puente

lunes, noviembre 05, 2018

According to what my mother says, I am a three years old boy. She wants me to tell her a tale. I don't know wether to tell it happy or sad; although I still do not know that difference. A child lived in a place far from my home, where the sea ends and the mountain begins. That child did not know what...

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