Prosas sintéticas
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Publikasi terakhir Sen, Mei 21, 2018
Desde lo profundo de una mente cualquiera, pequeñas máquinas se mueven para mantener al hombre ardiendo. Es la prosa -la prosa poética- aquella que continúa con la labor de someter los sentimientos al rigor del poeta, al discurso subversivo cuya interpretación está meramente sujeta al contexto del lector. Prosas sintéticas es una recolección de todas aquellas líneas sinsentido que he escrito para bien, para mal, o para peor.
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