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  • ───primal flow In the twilight of a wintry night,Tiny insects dance in joy, so light.A celebration under moon’s soft glow,As I howled with the wolves, a primal flow. ConsuetudinarioTranscripciones #CreativeWriter #Digitalarts #Escritor #ManuscriptSubmission #Phaneinthymos #poem #poetry #writer

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  • ───intertwining in time: In the waning days of my life’s prime,Flesh binds us, intertwining in time.To the seductive strains of Satan’s art,Hills retreat from me, tearing apart.

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  • A Critical Exploration to aproximate: «The Inequality of Human Races», «The Moral and Intellectual Diversity of Races» by Arthur de Gobineau; and «Sapiens: A Brief History of» Humankind by Yuval Noah Harari»

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  • The era of industrial revolutions marked a redefinition of social classes and a new relationship between humans and the means of production, bringing about a transformation in the conception of science, technology, and literature. «Red Star» by Alexander Bogdanov, written in 1908, is a pre-Soviet science fiction novel that stands out for two essential elements […]

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  • In the not-so-distant future, the world witnessed a profound transformation—a journey beyond the limits of humanity as we once knew it. It all began with the dawn of transhumanism, a movement that sought to redefine the very essence of our existence by merging technology with the human form. https://wordpress.com/post/consuetudinari0.wordpress.com/159

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  • Today, as I approach the fifty-yard line, ───I see the hills withdrawing from me. The nights, the bridges of the Sun Highway, the sea, the sky, and the generations of Architecture graduates, over the hills and valleys of dreams. ───I won’t lie; I miss all the bags of flesh, but more so their hollow spaces, […]

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  • ─the poets’ group that does not exist: «fictional tale; on the basis of the failure I do not wish to be a part of» In the quaint town of Lavender Hollow, where whispers of poetry filled the air, a peculiar group of poets, inspired by the echoes of Minnesota’s verses, found themselves entwined in a […]

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  • ─the poets continued their journey: (a tale for poets’ girlfriends) Once upon a time, in a land where the moon’s crescent bore witness to the torment of its own existence, a group of poets found themselves entwined in a web of lavender caves and an uneasy anonymity. The moon, seeking revenge upon itself, cast a […]

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  • The legacy of humanity, thanks to the ‘archive,’ is a quality that makes it eternal from an artistic and literary perspective. From poetry to architecture, issues related to its thinking are addressed, which involve the analysis of man, his crisis, and/or human drama. Societies and civilizations interweave, considering the parallels that can be found between […]

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  • ─half is mine: In September’s grasp, where summer’s scent prevails,Mom, with years, embraced restraint’s sweet trails.Upon her steed, no leather whip she took,No mundane day for any man she’d brook.Half this world is devil’s, half is mine,A blood-soaked moon in breezy air would shine.The warrior wields an impatient blade,Pulls down a willow branch in the […]

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