<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8"?><rss xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" version="2.0"><channel><title><![CDATA[RSS Feed]]></title><description><![CDATA[RSS Feed]]></description><link>https://ecency.com</link><image><url>https://ecency.com/logo512.png</url><title>RSS Feed</title><link>https://ecency.com</link></image><generator>RSS for Node</generator><lastBuildDate>Mon, 05 Oct 2026 20:30:03 GMT</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="https://ecency.com/@rinconpoetico7/rss" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title><![CDATA[Fiction: Perfect square (Cuadrado perfecto) [EN/ES]]]></title><description><![CDATA[English Perfect square “Get it through your head, Ryan, I don’t love you.” Rose pushed him away violently. “I’m sorry, Rose, I’m drunk, and I don’t know what I’m doing.” Ryan stood up unsteadily. “I’m]]></description><link>https://ecency.com/@rinconpoetico7/fiction-perfect-square-cuadrado-perfecto-enes-2mu</link><guid isPermaLink="true">https://ecency.com/@rinconpoetico7/fiction-perfect-square-cuadrado-perfecto-enes-2mu</guid><category><![CDATA[hive-170798]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[rinconpoetico7]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Mon, 05 Oct 2026 02:36:00 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://i.ecency.com/p/BgxWBRxjvNho1d5owNvLc9kLkZETgqoQLu9zcBbNBbDDEp9W4DbuZJuguQ6VGLmHqa1V8eKoheiFFmxUEwMSbSEGaYfg3dre9mnLqqxRArqmgoBq763jMXYQAN9XmqFQMjn7gaLjVysonAoEPtgJcCejqn9VZmQbEsKE87rmGJwsPSN?format=match&amp;mode=fit" length="0" type="false"/></item><item><title><![CDATA[Escribiendo (Writing) [ES/EN]]]></title><description><![CDATA[Español Escribiendo Estoy aquí sentado en mi trono de madera con una espuma forrada con tela de lino color carmesí. Mi vista se clava en el monitor reflectante plano, mis ideas se plasman en versos y en]]></description><link>https://ecency.com/@rinconpoetico7/escribiendo-writing-esen-2gn</link><guid isPermaLink="true">https://ecency.com/@rinconpoetico7/escribiendo-writing-esen-2gn</guid><category><![CDATA[hive-179291]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[rinconpoetico7]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Thu, 01 Oct 2026 18:43:18 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://i.ecency.com/p/BgxWBRxjvNho1d5owNvLc9kLkZETgqoQLu9zcBbNBbDDEp9W4DbuZJuguQ6VGLmHqa1V8eKoheiFFmxexd4d5zxFg6gh5MsQkZLPh1fM8U2mA9igkvxboc47JFdx6YgDZJnXAgN7mJpUeBbF4JD3zSy8r1EYZxHRKogsYwmfVEa97U2?format=match&amp;mode=fit" length="0" type="false"/></item><item><title><![CDATA[El gato blanco (The white cat) [ES/EN]]]></title><description><![CDATA[Español El gato blanco «Rosa, ¿Estás lista para salir a descansar?». Lucía entraba con un par de cafés en la madrugada. «Estoy exhausta. No me gusta mucho los turnos en urgencias. 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Haha.” Willy picked up his]]></description><link>https://ecency.com/@rinconpoetico7/fiction-a-disturbing-game-un-juego-inquietante-enes-gjc</link><guid isPermaLink="true">https://ecency.com/@rinconpoetico7/fiction-a-disturbing-game-un-juego-inquietante-enes-gjc</guid><category><![CDATA[hive-170798]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[rinconpoetico7]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Sun, 27 Sep 2026 01:46:18 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://i.ecency.com/p/BgxWBRxjvNho1d5owNvLc9kLkZETgqoQLu9zcBbNBbDDEp9W4DbuZJuguQ6VGLmHqa1V8eKoheiFFmwvHxZsoUKEcTpJvnsnVVmFN1uuVKA5Q3U9dkU6mKNYUzVo3pG3eL7nymivFPkHnXPR6rZ4JrwvrZo2uZmNbbidP4ofc91CXti?format=match&amp;mode=fit" length="0" type="false"/></item><item><title><![CDATA[Interés, ¿cuánto valés? (Interest, how much are you worth?) [ES/EN]]]></title><description><![CDATA[Español Interés, ¿cuánto valés? «La vida es buena, no hay nada que me pueda preocupar», pensó Gustavo mientras levantaba sus brazos y sonreía despreocupadamente. 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I can’t keep being in a long-distance relationship with you that’s going nowhere.” Jess sounded a little annoyed. “Honey,]]></description><link>https://ecency.com/@rinconpoetico7/fiction-the-nest-el-nido-enes-csy</link><guid isPermaLink="true">https://ecency.com/@rinconpoetico7/fiction-the-nest-el-nido-enes-csy</guid><category><![CDATA[hive-170798]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[rinconpoetico7]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Mon, 21 Sep 2026 00:54:18 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://i.ecency.com/p/BgxWBRxjvNho1d5owNvLc9kLkZETgqoQLu9zcBbNBbDDEp9W4DbuZJuguQ6VGLmHqa1V8eKoheiFFmxJeyKFmvggMYiF6nyDQax6zqGgveS1UPTBhBnQipprj6cwa158ZSDaA3ALH9pJr83M6SZJ2qK1NFU24Hwzcyr5TPji1mhKGTQ?format=match&amp;mode=fit" length="0" type="false"/></item><item><title><![CDATA[El parque del ahorcado (The hangman's park) [ES/EN]]]></title><description><![CDATA[Español El parque del ahorcado «Compadre, ¿Vamos a ir a tomarnos unas cervezas?». José instaba a su amigo. «Claro que sí, compadre, estoy que me bebo para deshacerme de este estrés». 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No puedo creer lo que hice, siento un hormigueo en el estómago y]]></description><link>https://ecency.com/@rinconpoetico7/entrada-al-concurso-de-literatos-begonia-esen-kex</link><guid isPermaLink="true">https://ecency.com/@rinconpoetico7/entrada-al-concurso-de-literatos-begonia-esen-kex</guid><category><![CDATA[hive-179291]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[rinconpoetico7]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Fri, 18 Sep 2026 01:55:30 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://i.ecency.com/p/BgxWBRxjvNho1d5owNvLc9kLkZETgqoQLu9zcBbNBbDDEp9W4DbuZJuguQ6VGLmHqa1V8eKoheiFFmxUEn5ccn64vs7TMbUawf61THqmF1jPXshoAQckRxbNNMUBKuHGQSwaNRDzksF3P9RYe7wvbyLHwrz2nvriaXW7mdH83aM9s6W?format=match&amp;mode=fit" length="0" type="false"/></item><item><title><![CDATA[Fiction: Armero [EN/ES]]]></title><description><![CDATA[English Armero Frank was a friendly man and one of Armero's wealthiest residents. He walked along the cobblestone streets, always dressed in a shirt, pants, and a white hat; he had a well-groomed mustache]]></description><link>https://ecency.com/@rinconpoetico7/fiction-armero-enes-4xs</link><guid isPermaLink="true">https://ecency.com/@rinconpoetico7/fiction-armero-enes-4xs</guid><category><![CDATA[hive-170798]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[rinconpoetico7]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Sun, 13 Sep 2026 20:52:15 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://i.ecency.com/p/BgxWBRxjvNho1d5owNvLc9kLkZETgqoQLu9zcBbNBbDDEp9W4DbuZJuguQ6VGLmHqa1V8eKoheiFFmxUEjhyaX2ifmpqXKaGjzRho2bcSjCvErYQzmhHBzEHZnc1x9hUF8maE8wqZ8rJzDyorCPevetZDsferYFmzwZHMxMXc6KmeL6?format=match&amp;mode=fit" length="0" type="false"/></item><item><title><![CDATA[El espejo de Chan (Chan's Mirror) [ES/EN]]]></title><description><![CDATA[Español El espejo de Chan «¡Dios mío, arrugas!», gritaba Roxana verse al espejo. 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La pequeña]]></description><link>https://ecency.com/@rinconpoetico7/naciente-nascent-esen-3qt</link><guid isPermaLink="true">https://ecency.com/@rinconpoetico7/naciente-nascent-esen-3qt</guid><category><![CDATA[hive-179291]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[rinconpoetico7]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Wed, 09 Sep 2026 01:42:36 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://i.ecency.com/p/BgxWBRxjvNho1d5owNvLc9kLkZETgqoQLu9zcBbNBbDDEp9W4DbuZJuguQ6VGLmHqa1V8eKoheiFFmx5vGMU4cHQATrjnMLSmz97M2uhrXo5sYJSBdztyi78mj6B6F8uigsndDkuPjkhiYghstiUzAijiDY7HGj5iZiKuoZZ1YgKa1c?format=match&amp;mode=fit" length="0" type="false"/></item><item><title><![CDATA[Fiction: Poor Ryan (El pobre Ryan) [EN/ES]]]></title><description><![CDATA[English Poor Ryan “Friend, friend, spare a coin—I’m so hungry.” Tom was sitting on a dirty sidewalk. His face was covered in coal dust, and he had a long, unkempt beard. When he smiled, his yellowed,]]></description><link>https://ecency.com/@rinconpoetico7/fiction-poor-ryan-el-pobre-ryan-enes-7ju</link><guid isPermaLink="true">https://ecency.com/@rinconpoetico7/fiction-poor-ryan-el-pobre-ryan-enes-7ju</guid><category><![CDATA[hive-170798]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[rinconpoetico7]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Sun, 06 Sep 2026 20:06:12 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://i.ecency.com/p/BgxWBRxjvNho1d5owNvLc9kLkZETgqoQLu9zcBbNBbDDEp9W4DbuZJuguQ6VGLmHqa1V8eKoheiFFmx5RovLuDgYcdUVJHGfNLKEWR3tQ22bxGmRx8abcw8ufKCRE7w5Gc8w45t7Kp7YMyk5ZR7tytro9roiuadiCZJFxZKxCguQMhG?format=match&amp;mode=fit" length="0" type="false"/></item><item><title><![CDATA[El viejo árbol (The old tree) [ES/EN]]]></title><description><![CDATA[Español El viejo árbol «Jordi, ¿Estás listo para nuestro viaje?». Isabel preguntaba a su amigo. «Más que listo. Quiero deshacerme de este estrés, del ruido y la contaminación de la ciudad». 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Tiffany’s furious, and I’d better behave myself.” Rubiel let out a sigh of disappointment. “No, man. Is she]]></description><link>https://ecency.com/@rinconpoetico7/fiction-duality-dualidad-enes-cav</link><guid isPermaLink="true">https://ecency.com/@rinconpoetico7/fiction-duality-dualidad-enes-cav</guid><category><![CDATA[hive-170798]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[rinconpoetico7]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Sun, 23 Aug 2026 19:56:57 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://i.ecency.com/p/BgxWBRxjvNho1d5owNvLc9kLkZETgqoQLu9zcBbNBbDDEp9W4DbuZJuguQ6VGLmHqa1V8eKoheiFFmy5JrWirF6tvzcAyd97iG7XStZFLcUumrsCRikymZiL9t4v5v8r2UWUzgzMKqqhEBHE6bY5SPiJwuB6e5sBFBeUW8NUPaWKDsc?format=match&amp;mode=fit" length="0" type="false"/></item><item><title><![CDATA[El autobús (The bus) [ES/EN]]]></title><description><![CDATA[Español El autobús Los rayos solares caen sobre la polución de la ciudad, una bruma que se condensa en el horizonte de los edificios y se mueve con el bailoteo del viento mañanero. Un nuevo día amanece,]]></description><link>https://ecency.com/@rinconpoetico7/el-autobs-the-bus-esen-5mb</link><guid isPermaLink="true">https://ecency.com/@rinconpoetico7/el-autobs-the-bus-esen-5mb</guid><category><![CDATA[hive-179291]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[rinconpoetico7]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Fri, 21 Aug 2026 01:53:06 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://i.ecency.com/p/BgxWBRxjvNho1d5owNvLc9kLkZETgqoQLu9zcBbNBbDDEp9W4DbuZJuguQ6VGLmHqa1V8eKoheiFFmxexfNyZg9S8jLQBXXMBXMPK5HQrvqKBkzwoU8dQySYVQEnhdg6VsnS7E9SphhZqaPTDzrcmFsTsmWrZri8kdZbQ5vFMuwJhYz?format=match&amp;mode=fit" length="0" type="false"/></item><item><title><![CDATA[Gato negro (Black cat) [ES/EN]]]></title><description><![CDATA[Español Gato negro «Hola, Ana. ¿Cómo estás?». Susana llegaba con una caja. «Bien. Estoy queriendo empezar el día». Ana abría la boca. «Te veo muy desmejorada, ¿Estás enferma?». 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