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The Central was the historical bar in town, situated like a breach in the walls that surrounded the square along with an agonizing greengrocer’s store and a takeaway pizza restaurant. Gianluigi Cazzoletti, also called Cazzialtrui , had inherited the...
Some of my new neighbors are listening to Talking Heads. Who the hell is pumping up David Byrne & co. at ten in the morning? And then, this riff of Take me to the river is so fucking hot. I...
for Neeli Cherkovski Lawrence never let me treat him like a famous man I sat down to interview him a green 27-year-old Midwestern kid He said, “You need a better microphone than that” I said, “I don’t know where to get one” He said, “C’mon,...
Rocco did not have any particular reason to hate old women.Yet, he hated them in a ferocious way.Only seeing one of them plodding along the road with her shopping bag, or waiting for the bus with glasses...
I met Maicol at primary school, but only three years ago I understood how worthy he was. He went within a split time from barely one hundred friends, to ten thousand, six hundred and eighteen. I don’t know if you...
“What time is it?” “A quarter to nine already”. “What shall we do? Shall we order?” “I would say yes. I think we have waited too long for her”. “Cheng-three cappuccinos and three brioches!”. The waiter appeared at the small table picked, as each...
My name is Alina and I am Romanian: I know that people look at me even when I buy groceries at the supermarket. I feel the cashier’s eyes scanning me, the shop assistant’s glance slipping into my neckline, the...
“Excuse me, madam, may I sit here?” “Please sit down.” “Do you love this opera too?” “I love in particular all operas.” “I've never seen you here.” “I only come when there are operas I am interested in.” “I see. Didn’t your husband come with...
Grandma went to town yesterday and never came back. What happened? I don’t know. Alma tells me not to worry. She says: “Don’t be scared, Nenad”. But I’m not scared: I am not a child! I am just a little...
When the war in Libya broke out, we started working again. Sea arrivals on Lampedusa island and on the southern Italian shores had picked up again: refugees had intensified their entries in Europe. For a few years, the influx had slowed...

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Grace Nichols – Lost in Translation

(por el espíritu de poesía en Medellín, Colombia) As if the earth had shifted axis again I walk the streets of your city, Medellín, a hammock of...