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        <title><![CDATA[The Losers Den ]]></title>
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        <description><![CDATA[Bilingual writing para mis homies que est&eacute;n down en la depre :3]]></description>
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    <title><![CDATA[Strain]]></title>
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    <pubDate>Wed, 13 Oct 2021 23:31:07 +0200</pubDate>
    <description><![CDATA[The muscles ache. Each finger creaks stiffly with every single word and all thoughts tumble into themselves. -It is muffled chaos a great symphony of drowned noises, a cataclysm that can only be heard from afar- There is no method to returning, the things... ]]></description>
        <dc:creator><![CDATA[Nicolás Acosta]]></dc:creator>
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    <title><![CDATA[Añoranzas]]></title>
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    <pubDate>Tue, 12 Oct 2021 18:36:34 +0200</pubDate>
    <description><![CDATA[En mi boca el sabor de un pasado inventado -o tal vez mal recordado- una ficción de mieles un fresco de rosas sobre una pared dilapidada. La risa que esconde el llanto o la ligereza del nihilista disfrazando los yunques terribles del optimismo derrotado.... ]]></description>
        <dc:creator><![CDATA[Nicolás Acosta]]></dc:creator>
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    <title><![CDATA[Glaschu]]></title>
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    <pubDate>Fri, 11 Jun 2021 01:34:48 +0200</pubDate>
    <description><![CDATA[I grow tired of memory. Mason stones and washed-out walls, piles upon piles of abandoned cement a certain dreariness, swallowing the air a constant exhalation of misery, of summers drenched in rain. It echoed home, an aspect of something meant to be -alas,... ]]></description>
        <dc:creator><![CDATA[Nicolás Acosta]]></dc:creator>
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    <title><![CDATA[Hija de Lucrecia]]></title>
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    <pubDate>Sat, 15 May 2021 16:10:20 +0200</pubDate>
    <description><![CDATA[The Death of Lucretia - Ludovico Mazzanti
"¡Oh! ¡He perdido lo que me hacía desear la vida; ya no debo, por tanto, temer la muerte! Borrando con ella esta mancha, doy al menos a mi libra de oprobio un galón de honor, una vida muriente a una viviente infamia!"... ]]></description>
        <dc:creator><![CDATA[Nicolás Acosta]]></dc:creator>
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    <title><![CDATA[¿Para que sirve el punk en tiempos de desesperanza?]]></title>
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    <pubDate>Tue, 04 May 2021 18:38:16 +0200</pubDate>
    <description><![CDATA["Ya no queda alternativa No tenemos solución El futuro inmediato Es la destrucción" R.I.P - Última Generación Preguntarse por los factores que le han permitido al punk mantenerse vigente por ya casi más de 40 años conduce a una respuesta paradójica: el... ]]></description>
        <dc:creator><![CDATA[Nicolás Acosta]]></dc:creator>
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    <title><![CDATA[Noise Labyrinths]]></title>
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    <pubDate>Wed, 17 Mar 2021 04:17:26 +0100</pubDate>
    <description><![CDATA[The rites of normalcy are exhausting. I am expected to rein in this sea of crackling distortion every morning and present a somewhat contained organized balanced version of myself and the joy and energy of my being -perhaps a remnant of an age of innocence... ]]></description>
        <dc:creator><![CDATA[Nicolás Acosta]]></dc:creator>
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    <title><![CDATA[Umbra Noctis]]></title>
    <link><![CDATA[https://theesperpentozone.over-blog.com/2020/07/umbra-noctis-22.html]]></link>
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    <pubDate>Thu, 02 Jul 2020 11:23:49 +0200</pubDate>
    <description><![CDATA[At the shores of a formless boundary where water cleanses the bodies of the lost and the stones are bleached under three wandering suns my mind parched by merciless thirst drags itself through scorching sands looking for a nexus where time and blood collide... ]]></description>
        <dc:creator><![CDATA[Nicolás Acosta]]></dc:creator>
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    <title><![CDATA[Retroactive Apology (In three lenguas)]]></title>
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    <pubDate>Fri, 19 Jun 2020 01:02:13 +0200</pubDate>
    <description><![CDATA[Meu amor, ember of my very being médula indispensable, how can you muster the strength to love a ruin? This greedy leech stuck between your lungs steals your air and makes nothing of it it takes because it must but all it breeds is death death death morte... ]]></description>
        <dc:creator><![CDATA[Nicolás Acosta]]></dc:creator>
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    <title><![CDATA[Rutinas de Self-Care Mañanero en Cuarentena]]></title>
    <link><![CDATA[https://theesperpentozone.over-blog.com/2020/06/rutinas-de-self-care-mananero-en-cuarentena.html]]></link>
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    <pubDate>Thu, 18 Jun 2020 12:00:34 +0200</pubDate>
    <description><![CDATA[De la cama al espejo primero -y en el espejo- la raíz inamovible de este dolor, de este dolor que aplasta como la bota de un policía, como el descaro de una tía goda e hipócrita que esconde bajo la alfombra las lágrimas de su hija y el semen de su esposo,... ]]></description>
        <dc:creator><![CDATA[Nicolás Acosta]]></dc:creator>
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    <title><![CDATA[Axe Pendulum]]></title>
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    <pubDate>Tue, 07 Apr 2020 13:15:08 +0200</pubDate>
    <description><![CDATA[Tethering violently on a million edges chased by voracious chasms fathomless and relentless filled with the echoes of ghosts that shouldn't be there anymore. In the wake of uncertainty the vanquished foe reassembles itself with scraps of my flesh and... ]]></description>
        <dc:creator><![CDATA[Nicolás Acosta]]></dc:creator>
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    <title><![CDATA[Beloved]]></title>
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    <pubDate>Sat, 28 Mar 2020 20:40:22 +0100</pubDate>
    <description><![CDATA[“How cruelly sweet are the echoes that start, when memory plays an old tune on the heart!” - Eliza Cook At the heights of plague in this trickling agony -where caskets take the shapes of homes- blackened seas rise within us flooding the soul and its crevices... ]]></description>
        <dc:creator><![CDATA[Nicolás Acosta]]></dc:creator>
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    <title><![CDATA[Internal Processions]]></title>
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    <pubDate>Wed, 25 Mar 2020 20:30:57 +0100</pubDate>
    <description><![CDATA[You claim that we must look inwards for peace and revelation in this season of death and fear, but what lies in us is a foul sight. Is this a ruse? A way to entrap us in a pit of our own making? To send us back to the dead wombs that gave us shape? to... ]]></description>
        <dc:creator><![CDATA[Nicolás Acosta]]></dc:creator>
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    <title><![CDATA[Jardínes]]></title>
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    <pubDate>Tue, 10 Mar 2020 00:05:12 +0100</pubDate>
    <description><![CDATA[Y aquí sentado entre mis flores pobres estas astromelias de dos mil la docena, alimentadas con huesos hidropónicos desechos de jardines salvajes que crecen entre las obras negras de una humanidad inconclusa, de un corazón de cimientos dañados, un rosario... ]]></description>
        <dc:creator><![CDATA[Nicolás Acosta]]></dc:creator>
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    <title><![CDATA[Paths]]></title>
    <link><![CDATA[https://theesperpentozone.over-blog.com/2020/02/paths.html]]></link>
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    <pubDate>Fri, 21 Feb 2020 14:27:14 +0100</pubDate>
    <description><![CDATA[The Last Judgment - William Blake
Wrenched in anger this throat spits chunks of hallowed flesh, salvation once again rejected the bondage of holy consecration despised again. Blasphemy is the sister of clairvoyance desecration is lucidity. But something... ]]></description>
        <dc:creator><![CDATA[Nicolás Acosta]]></dc:creator>
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    <title><![CDATA[Three Glaswegian Poems about Colombia]]></title>
    <link><![CDATA[https://theesperpentozone.over-blog.com/2019/12/three-glaswegian-poems-about-colombia.html]]></link>
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    <pubDate>Tue, 01 Oct 2019 01:14:02 +0200</pubDate>
    <description><![CDATA[1. It is the weight of seasons that brings the unfathomable. The wound that breathes iron and screams. a fruit of misery hanging from the filaments of children torn asunder by this madness the gaping gash of birth, the midwifery of hate and resentment... ]]></description>
        <dc:creator><![CDATA[Nicolás Acosta]]></dc:creator>
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    <title><![CDATA[Seidr]]></title>
    <link><![CDATA[https://theesperpentozone.over-blog.com/2019/03/seidr.html]]></link>
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    <pubDate>Fri, 08 Mar 2019 18:03:31 +0100</pubDate>
    <description><![CDATA[Muero entre cegueras al pie de la puerta de la revelación. Cerca, tan cerca de haber conocido las verdades que se esconden entre aguas turbias de árboles sagrados - un trago saciaría a las oscuridades que consumen los surcos trepidantes de la mente- pero... ]]></description>
        <dc:creator><![CDATA[Nicolás Acosta]]></dc:creator>
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    <title><![CDATA[Tension]]></title>
    <link><![CDATA[https://theesperpentozone.over-blog.com/2019/03/midnight-rituals.html]]></link>
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    <pubDate>Mon, 04 Mar 2019 07:45:25 +0100</pubDate>
    <description><![CDATA[You know the story of my birth; of the horrid gash I inflicted on my mother´s flesh to let her know that I had arrived to eat all her dreams so that I could fulfill mine. But you know not of my resurrection, of the wicked reversals that I played upon... ]]></description>
        <dc:creator><![CDATA[Nicolás Acosta]]></dc:creator>
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    <title><![CDATA[Madrigueras]]></title>
    <link><![CDATA[https://theesperpentozone.over-blog.com/2019/02/madrigueras.html]]></link>
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    <pubDate>Mon, 18 Feb 2019 17:39:39 +0100</pubDate>
    <description><![CDATA[La gran mentira es la cura, la idea de que todo puede ser sanado, que la sangre se vuelve ámbar sobre las heridas, y que hay solemnidad en el dolor. Negruras profundas y turbulentas arrastran al corazón en las mareas del sueño. Vendo con feroz descaro... ]]></description>
        <dc:creator><![CDATA[Nicolás Acosta]]></dc:creator>
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    <title><![CDATA[Cursed]]></title>
    <link><![CDATA[https://theesperpentozone.over-blog.com/2019/02/cursed.html]]></link>
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    <pubDate>Fri, 15 Feb 2019 15:29:04 +0100</pubDate>
    <description><![CDATA["...Lord knows I was fucked from birth. Lord give me death" Pulling Teeth - From birth (Taken from the album "Funerary") The age old question of why the path is chosen has many mouths and all of them bathe me in scornful truths. Curses, inherited anger... ]]></description>
        <dc:creator><![CDATA[Nicolás Acosta]]></dc:creator>
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    <title><![CDATA[An ode to a traitor]]></title>
    <link><![CDATA[https://theesperpentozone.over-blog.com/2019/02/an-ode-to-a-traitor.html]]></link>
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    <pubDate>Tue, 12 Feb 2019 13:46:23 +0100</pubDate>
    <description><![CDATA[What do you know of love, my sweet friend? you spit vinegar on my wounds and call it healing You sink your fingers into my lungs and claim to embrace me in times of need You peddled lies and I bought them in spades. I paid with secrets bargained a fool's... ]]></description>
        <dc:creator><![CDATA[Nicolás Acosta]]></dc:creator>
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    <title><![CDATA[Clocks]]></title>
    <link><![CDATA[https://theesperpentozone.over-blog.com/2019/02/clocks.html]]></link>
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    <pubDate>Tue, 05 Feb 2019 17:33:45 +0100</pubDate>
    <description><![CDATA[The dagger is the chest. The bullet becomes the skull. Nothing remains untainted. A motherly embrace shifts into murderous grasp, wisdom mutates into savagery. Crushing wheel grinds ceaselessly. Paths overlap into labyrinths demanding answers in times... ]]></description>
        <dc:creator><![CDATA[Nicolás Acosta]]></dc:creator>
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    <title><![CDATA[Age of Quarrel]]></title>
    <link><![CDATA[https://theesperpentozone.over-blog.com/2019/02/age-of-quarrel.html]]></link>
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    <pubDate>Tue, 05 Feb 2019 17:15:46 +0100</pubDate>
    <description><![CDATA[Fear me not, dearly beloved. The light dries my eyes. A hazel mirror stares blankly from the walls of a ghostly home. Your hand flies through my neck -an arrow slung from the echoes of a war torn memory- Love bites poisoned flesh and it crumbles like... ]]></description>
        <dc:creator><![CDATA[Nicolás Acosta]]></dc:creator>
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    <title><![CDATA[Variation VI: Ruination]]></title>
    <link><![CDATA[https://theesperpentozone.over-blog.com/2017/11/variation-vi-ruination.html]]></link>
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    <pubDate>Thu, 02 Nov 2017 14:22:22 +0100</pubDate>
    <description><![CDATA[Bodies bound in service to promises of salvation shed their blood on unhallowed grounds where the dim memory of peace wails away in fruitless wrath. Atop the hills of desolation men made holy by their own ignorance speak in wordless tongues to save the... ]]></description>
        <dc:creator><![CDATA[Nicolás Acosta]]></dc:creator>
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    <title><![CDATA[Variation V: Rosary of Graves]]></title>
    <link><![CDATA[https://theesperpentozone.over-blog.com/2017/08/variation-v-rosary-of-graves.html]]></link>
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    <pubDate>Fri, 11 Aug 2017 21:10:18 +0200</pubDate>
    <description><![CDATA[Many a-times the flesh wounded beyond repair to satisfy the hunger of countless lustful mouths. I, the resu rrec tor. I, the bro ken lip Do you remember me? I don´t. A silhoutte of what the body was remains in your bedsheet a nail clings to your back... ]]></description>
        <dc:creator><![CDATA[Nicolás Acosta]]></dc:creator>
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    <title><![CDATA[Variation III: Subdued Beasts]]></title>
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    <pubDate>Sat, 10 Jun 2017 03:10:50 +0200</pubDate>
    <description><![CDATA[Living right under the crumbling empire Death holds the world in chains, dragged in the dirt behind him. Burning for change, earning nothing, learning to hate Incendiary - Zeitgeist The song of defeated will shall be sung forever time and time again until... ]]></description>
        <dc:creator><![CDATA[Nicolás Acosta]]></dc:creator>
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