Colaboratorio Ávila

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    Caro figlio, my dear son. / Tutti bene. But this country has gone to the dogs. / Tuo padre went off with a dark slut, / but he’ll be back. / Money is not a problem here / ma the water tastes like petr...
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    For a time, I believed that I had a language. I was sure: it was as much as part of me as my skin. This certainty began at age four, when my father taught me to read. It was in my mouth, in everyone’s...
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    The streaked blue orb / fixed her coordinates in space / regulated her oven and the spate of waters / conceived live cells starfish / sprouted furry limbs / spines blood vessels / and the eye / sphere...
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    One day, one of those days when the weight of deception got too much for me, I almost told Sergio everything. It was a rainy afternoon, and we found ourselves alone at the kitchen counter, drinking co...
  • Mérida, Venezuela
    Look, tombs. / No, they are bodies. / No, they are dead forms of memory. / No, they are tired forms of memory. // Look, epitaphs. / No, they are poems. / No, they are tombstones with familiar names. /...

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