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Some prefer to listen rather than to read!

The stories that appear in audio format, are in the book: "Palabras Malditas", it could be acquired following the link: Palabras Malditas.

Actually you can enjoy a story, novel, or any article reading it or listening to it, but sometimes we prefer to just listen while we do something else. Here are some of the stories from the book described, in audio format. There are others in preparation.

Tierra del Diablo.
Bloque Tranquilo.
Cajero.

Palabras Malditas, el cuento.

  • Palabras Malditas, el cuento.(Parte I) Escuchar: Palabras Malditas, el cuento. (Parte I)

  • Palabras Malditas, el cuento.(Parte II) Escuchar: Palabras Malditas, el cuento. (Parte II)

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