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Translation by Yaiza Cañizares umbria 6.45 pm. It is about to begin the yoga lesson. I arrived earlier. The instructor is talking to a lady who is usually my next-mat neighbour. I sit between them because I listened to their conversation. The woman takes her cellphone and shows us pictures from…
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WOMEN Translated by Emilia Maiella At four in the morning, while I’m having a beautiful dream, suddenly the phone in the corridor rings. The one that only rings when a call-centre employee calls to sell me something I don’t want, that telephone that should never ever ring in the middle of the night.…
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Translated by Emilia Maiella A karst river of incandescent lava, here is my current state of mind. I am at the public park, walking with my mother’s dog, and I observe the world running slowly around me with the slowness of a pachyderm. Armed gang. Slightly blurred images depict couples with a three-wheeled…
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Translated by Emilia Maiella Old Alvaro’s bad mood, exhausted by senility, shows through when, getting home from a walking, he cleans his shoes in front of the door: if the doormat is not well aligned, it is certain that the atmosphere at Malacostas’ gets menacing. That rug, a despised present from his son-in-law…
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I’m a quiet man. I’d happily stay in my neighbourhood meeting those three or four friends I still have, but this doesn’t mean I’m closed-off, on the contrary, I love to get out of my comfort zone, even if it doesn’t seem. I don’t have a great sense of defensive, and like…
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Epicurus Most people have a job which doesn’t satisfy them, although it allows them to live. So they have to find happiness or accomplishment in other directions. The cost of live-in leads us to live on the brink of serenity and work only serves this. The crush the work produces on the…
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The mask I’ve never been a big liar. The biggest lies I’ve told have been to myself. Deceit is like an unstable bed that, while affecting posture for some time, makes you survive and then with perseverance takes you to the physical drift. Many notice a façade, except those who put it on.…
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Frankly, I belong to this society in spite of myself. It feels foreign to me, I ignore the direction taken and I do not understand its people, even if many say they do not understand me as well. We accept anything, showing off wisdom: it is useless to bear a grudge, it…
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“I am a very humble person. I don’t want to stay in the music industry full time, because I’m a gardener. I plant flowers and watch them grow. I don’t go to events or parties. I’m at home and look at the flowing river.” Many claim that George Harrison was the…
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I go down the stairs. The lift is needed by the workers who are working on the condo drain and in the next two tenants are grilling the janitor, worried that the column is not tampered with. I peep into the mailbox, where deadlines and bills look at me, but leave the warnings…
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