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Quick Poem
Tonight I go to bed with sadness—she is here beside me… on my left side whispering truths, the truths that hurt and that few dare to pronounce. I admire her, admire how she…
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This Woman Named Hannah
She used to contemplate the horizon for hours, alone on that small but comfortable bench, waiting to see the beautiful and eternal sunset. Perhaps this woman named Hannah could say so. One ordinary…
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What Remains After Love?
After hearing those ellipses, after hearing what happens with love, what remains for us—and nothing better than hearing it narrated by Who to blame when love ends? What happened to these people? I…
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It Was a Night Without Moon or Stars
It was a night without moon or stars, under the heat of candles and the suffocating enclosed air of a tent, under the intoxicating, numbing and hallucinogenic effect of alcohol, you kissed me,…
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Who Has Stolen My April?
Since 1988, on his sixth album, writing in “certain bars in Madrid whose name I don’t want to remember,” Joaquín Sabina cried out with his torn voice: Who has stolen my April? It’s…
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