Patricia Esteban Erles

  BLUEPRINT   Route One You come out from the garden, abandoned for some time now. The tall grass follows you up to door,...
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Cristina Peri Rossi

He laughed. He thought that it was the first time that he had laughed the entire trip and it happened, precisely, in an afterhours bar lost in La Mancha.

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