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So there’s a thing, he thinks: A man carrying a toilet bowl, to where and to what purpose? But he lets it pass because here’s a strange country and things are more often than not other than they seem. He … Continue reading

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LOS VERBOS Verbs are just words So why do I fear them? They attack me in the dead night When no one else can hear them. Temo, Tememos, Temeis and Temem? ‘Alvaro’ I ask, ‘Where the hell is the logic … Continue reading

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