<?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>Thu, 20 Aug 2026 10:15:44 GMT</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="https://ecency.com/@rinconpoetico7/rss" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><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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Las ropas destrozadas por el tiempo, dejan a la vista parte de la piel maltratada, por el tiempo. Los zapatos rotos filtran el]]></description><link>https://ecency.com/@rinconpoetico7/entrada-al-concurso-de-literatos-cama-de-cemento-cement-bed-esen-4uh</link><guid isPermaLink="true">https://ecency.com/@rinconpoetico7/entrada-al-concurso-de-literatos-cama-de-cemento-cement-bed-esen-4uh</guid><category><![CDATA[hive-179291]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[rinconpoetico7]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Wed, 12 Aug 2026 01:41:33 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://i.ecency.com/p/BgxWBRxjvNho1d5owNvLc9kLkZETgqoQLu9zcBbNBbDDEp9W4DbuZJuguQ6VGLmHqa1V8eKoheiFFmxVpd6EEa4n2oL4TzTaza9vTwBUP2a7kDW48qsw3zdtdPb8djFjamjt15UThpBA8TXJtn2c8n1PPbqA9k84NTtgt6E3JbmHrk6?format=match&amp;mode=fit" length="0" type="false"/></item><item><title><![CDATA[Fiction: Mischief (Travesura) [EN/ES]]]></title><description><![CDATA[English Justina “Mom, we’re hungry.” Justina shook her mother, who was still asleep. Dora rubbed her eyes as she got out of the rickety, faded bed. 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The watchman entered, and after him, the teachers, who opened their eyes to the maximum of their]]></description><link>https://ecency.com/@rinconpoetico7/fiction-mischief-travesura-enes-3rv</link><guid isPermaLink="true">https://ecency.com/@rinconpoetico7/fiction-mischief-travesura-enes-3rv</guid><category><![CDATA[hive-170798]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[rinconpoetico7]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Sun, 02 Aug 2026 18:15:24 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://i.ecency.com/p/BgxWBRxjvNho1d5owNvLc9kLkZETgqoQLu9zcBbNBbDDEp9W4DbuZJuguQ6VGLmHqa1V8eKoheiFFmx5RoSErbD8NAiWwBU9XYCGggLGGbuFi9FAkCozjY4PACG4UPzssAPG7EWAaZ1fv3CE4CmonkKD1tt4UejbBtaN6DXK4ErMNVC?format=match&amp;mode=fit" length="0" type="false"/></item><item><title><![CDATA[Supersticiones (Superstitions) [ES/EN]]]></title><description><![CDATA[Español Supersticiones «Martina, ¿Dónde estás?». Alise entraba al apartamento. «Alise, estoy desayunando». Una voz chillona se escuchaba por el apartamento. «Hola, amiga, siéntate y come algo». «No te]]></description><link>https://ecency.com/@rinconpoetico7/supersticiones-superstitions-esen-jsr</link><guid isPermaLink="true">https://ecency.com/@rinconpoetico7/supersticiones-superstitions-esen-jsr</guid><category><![CDATA[hive-196487]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[rinconpoetico7]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Thu, 30 Jul 2026 18:20:36 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://i.ecency.com/p/BgxWBRxjvNho1d5owNvLc9kLkZETgqoQLu9zcBbNBbDDEp9W4DbuZJuguQ6VGLmHqa1V8eKoheiFFmxVpgaLvFVGyn5oeorUc6ULPBpjDmx5NDVwsDVkHRmsndPkZwLFoZRxdkJ7wNWeScQxZeCx5zjpze3VjbU2j69VcHpxri1Nw1g?format=match&amp;mode=fit" length="0" type="false"/></item><item><title><![CDATA[Fiction: Two Paths, One Destination (Dos caminos y un destino) [EN/ES]]]></title><description><![CDATA[English Two Paths, One Destination “I’m on my way; I’ll get there as soon as possible for the job interview.” Tom was driving at full speed down the highway. “Don’t forget—this is the only chance you’ll]]></description><link>https://ecency.com/@rinconpoetico7/fiction-two-paths-one-destination-dos-caminos-y-un-destino-enes-6b5</link><guid isPermaLink="true">https://ecency.com/@rinconpoetico7/fiction-two-paths-one-destination-dos-caminos-y-un-destino-enes-6b5</guid><category><![CDATA[hive-170798]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[rinconpoetico7]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Sun, 26 Jul 2026 20:22:12 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://i.ecency.com/p/BgxWBRxjvNho1d5owNvLc9kLkZETgqoQLu9zcBbNBbDDEp9W4DbuZJuguQ6VGLmHqa1V8eKoheiFFmwtkFkZrtmXt58f5BaxyV6SPgxHbfYzy3NTfx8yYBv9Kc9p8ZvSjpLwCrszDr42jMnFP8YeBJyjU7fhAHYfhyC9uiDGWBm9iMU?format=match&amp;mode=fit" length="0" type="false"/></item><item><title><![CDATA[El populista (The populist) [ES/EN]]]></title><description><![CDATA[Español El populista «Como vamos en las encuestas, señorita». Trosky pedía los papeles a su secretaria. «Señor presidente, el candidato de nuestro partido ha bajado en la intensión de voto». La morena]]></description><link>https://ecency.com/@rinconpoetico7/el-populista-the-populist-esen-7qu</link><guid isPermaLink="true">https://ecency.com/@rinconpoetico7/el-populista-the-populist-esen-7qu</guid><category><![CDATA[hive-179291]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[rinconpoetico7]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Fri, 24 Jul 2026 01:18:00 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://i.ecency.com/p/BgxWBRxjvNho1d5owNvLc9kLkZETgqoQLu9zcBbNBbDDEp9W4DbuZJuguQ6VGLmHqa1V8eKoheiFFmwtE8PmNqwdvNdrbjrLevj5kfxm763Vm4sEvLE5Ycrt9iC9ioNU2RgHML3DJVAavSssXv95mYfhRAHqxQyRiAPmBkdMJ5rp1Ua?format=match&amp;mode=fit" length="0" type="false"/></item><item><title><![CDATA[El espectro (The spectrum) [ES/EN]]]></title><description><![CDATA[Español El espectro «¡Fuera de aquí!». Hernando se levantó sobresaltado y vio un espectro al pie de la cama. Los ojos del hombre parecían salirse de sus órbitas y se tapó con las cobijas, luego empezó]]></description><link>https://ecency.com/@rinconpoetico7/el-espectro-the-spectrum-esen-dfc</link><guid isPermaLink="true">https://ecency.com/@rinconpoetico7/el-espectro-the-spectrum-esen-dfc</guid><category><![CDATA[hive-196487]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[rinconpoetico7]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Wed, 22 Jul 2026 18:36:27 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://i.ecency.com/p/BgxWBRxjvNho1d5owNvLc9kLkZETgqoQLu9zcBbNBbDDEp9W4DbuZJuguQ6VGLmHqa1V8eKoheiFFmwuR3c8iPR4YaqEBQiwD3AEwVLqaH8a5naU5FfiHfHcZ1v2auDjYQj7pFdRuMUTa17RdVm4wbBfHvet5vQoBd1v5CsEkMSL4HL?format=match&amp;mode=fit" length="0" type="false"/></item><item><title><![CDATA[Fiction: The Rocking Chair (La mecedora) [EN/ES]]]></title><description><![CDATA[English The rocking chair “Hi, Grandma, I missed you so much.” Sara hugged Susan. “Hi, sweetie, I missed you too.” Susan smiled. “I wanted to get here quickly so you could finish telling me the story of]]></description><link>https://ecency.com/@rinconpoetico7/fiction-the-rocking-chair-la-mecedora-enes-hrk</link><guid isPermaLink="true">https://ecency.com/@rinconpoetico7/fiction-the-rocking-chair-la-mecedora-enes-hrk</guid><category><![CDATA[hive-170798]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[rinconpoetico7]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Sun, 19 Jul 2026 19:22:00 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://i.ecency.com/p/BgxWBRxjvNho1d5owNvLc9kLkZETgqoQLu9zcBbNBbDDEp9W4DbuZJuguQ6VGLmHqa1V8eKoheiFFmwtGG2bU6WuTWMaXJ1nqDiD31pjXMrecmV9JMNVdwjjoh59cpwTHdjbXwkdmTCd84ei2aDXTy5uvQ1edjnYeiRdVt9kb38fZQJ?format=match&amp;mode=fit" length="0" type="false"/></item><item><title><![CDATA[The monkey (El mono) [EN/ES]]]></title><description><![CDATA[English The monkey Sitting on the branch is the monkey, expectant, watchful, or perhaps thoughtful. 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Rosy, su madre, lo llamaba con una dulce voz desde la cocina. —Hola, mi bella madre, flor de mi vida, vida de mi vida. —Déjate de tonterías y desayuna rápido]]></description><link>https://ecency.com/@rinconpoetico7/entrada-al-concurso-el-viaje-del-hroe-o-de-la-herona-el-topo-the-mole-esen-4ij</link><guid isPermaLink="true">https://ecency.com/@rinconpoetico7/entrada-al-concurso-el-viaje-del-hroe-o-de-la-herona-el-topo-the-mole-esen-4ij</guid><category><![CDATA[hive-179291]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[rinconpoetico7]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Thu, 16 Jul 2026 01:53:39 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://i.ecency.com/p/BgxWBRxjvNho1d5owNvLc9kLkZETgqoQLu9zcBbNBbDDEp9W4DbuZJuguQ6VGLmHqa1V8eKoheiFFmwuR89DvfT5YGmsLB7mgyphFN6yoo64e1hxdwrpXCbst9uDVtVS3aKRXVJQpJtpdyypdFdCvr7T7GiQQWYWTiYcwK97gc8Gtpn?format=match&amp;mode=fit" length="0" type="false"/></item><item><title><![CDATA[La médium (The medium) [ES/EN]]]></title><description><![CDATA[Español La médium «Sigan, por favor, ¿En qué les puedo ayudar?». Madam Zar recibía a una pareja de esposos. «Madam Zar, tengo el gusto de conocerla, he oído hablar de usted y todo lo que hace», Gloria]]></description><link>https://ecency.com/@rinconpoetico7/la-mdium-the-medium-esen-g2m</link><guid isPermaLink="true">https://ecency.com/@rinconpoetico7/la-mdium-the-medium-esen-g2m</guid><category><![CDATA[hive-196487]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[rinconpoetico7]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Tue, 14 Jul 2026 01:41:06 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://i.ecency.com/p/BgxWBRxjvNho1d5owNvLc9kLkZETgqoQLu9zcBbNBbDDEp9W4DbuZJuguQ6VGLmHqa1V8eKoheiFFmxUEn5cR43LV7YK3d3cvvnS3mu3u1vy72V6pF4vNd8tGRJk38fwEnaNXd8pUXyiww4vutK25urHoebmQEKdz9v5XPLHEkwgTrE?format=match&amp;mode=fit" length="0" type="false"/></item><item><title><![CDATA[Fiction: 7.5 [EN/ES]]]></title><description><![CDATA[English 7.5 “Mr. Dawis, are you ready to start working?” The architect looked displeased. “Sir, the problem is that these materials are of very poor quality, and I don’t recommend them for construction.”]]></description><link>https://ecency.com/@rinconpoetico7/fiction-75-enes-2gs</link><guid isPermaLink="true">https://ecency.com/@rinconpoetico7/fiction-75-enes-2gs</guid><category><![CDATA[hive-170798]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[rinconpoetico7]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Sat, 11 Jul 2026 18:40:39 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://i.ecency.com/p/BgxWBRxjvNho1d5owNvLc9kLkZETgqoQLu9zcBbNBbDDEp9W4DbuZJuguQ6VGLmHqa1V8eKoheiFFmxUEn6G5vkjBDjVo7gqXzbka58MUvZRjTjqDEekAj5AVTpxaWfDQkNeVN8fu7KNBfkLATHzhqrZFEAfcVfW8p5FugYmhnqoJ46?format=match&amp;mode=fit" length="0" type="false"/></item><item><title><![CDATA[Photography (Fotografía) [EN/ES]]]></title><description><![CDATA[English Photography I loved her like no one else; I loved her like no other.. 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Tras un balón giran las expectativas de toda una nación, que está llena de ilusión y de esperanza hasta el]]></description><link>https://ecency.com/@rinconpoetico7/rueda-el-baln-roll-the-ball-esen-6mt</link><guid isPermaLink="true">https://ecency.com/@rinconpoetico7/rueda-el-baln-roll-the-ball-esen-6mt</guid><category><![CDATA[hive-179291]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[rinconpoetico7]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Tue, 07 Jul 2026 01:44:09 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://i.ecency.com/p/BgxWBRxjvNho1d5owNvLc9kLkZETgqoQLu9zcBbNBbDDEp9W4DbuZJuguQ6VGLmHqa1V8eKoheiFFmwutZcVxpXG51Jwtm1Pqxc7CSbUpi1DuETs9zd76jaFc5obs1u7goren8tBQE6n8xkzSEz9KGNfSrDxPEphUqg2z7vdE4TwqeN?format=match&amp;mode=fit" length="0" type="false"/></item><item><title><![CDATA[Fiction: Tiger (Tigre) [EN/ES]]]></title><description><![CDATA[English Tiger “I don’t feel like going out; I just want to stay home and sleep. I’ve had a long, tiring day—maybe another time.” Arnold was lying on the leather sofa. 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