There was once a poor man who had so many children that there was no one left in the neighbourhood willing to be their godmother. So when his wife gave birth once…
Here they stand on the shelves, one beside another, in diverse languages, of many conceptions and kinds, varying in their tendencies, careless of themselves and not…
I couldn't catch my breath, a terrible weight was pressing down on the nape of my neck. I tried to make use of certain theoretical knowledge I had and break free…
Lucia was young and brisk in her movements. When she was tidying up or cooking, she appeared in several places at once; she would hang out the washing on the…
The photographer sits in the kitchen of his eight floor apartment eatinh cold wieners for breakfast. Witch each morsel he thinks of the child he shot a picture of…
There si a tendency in young °µÍø½ûÇø literature, observable since the 90’s, to avoid all kinds of labels and declarations of belonging to a particular generation…
