Category Archives: Asturianu

Berta Piñán- The Letter

Getting used to you, who ask for nothing, love, turned out easy. And it is enjoyable to try out life’s force in your life, love, who offer me everything every day. But today you receive a letter with names from … Continue reading

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Berta Piñán- In Memoriam

You come to me. You know all the corners of this house, the plenitude of the air when winter attacks and we remain alone who came alone. From what strange province, from what absurd season of ashes and rain do … Continue reading

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Xosé Manuel Valdés- Lisbon

When one goes to a foreign country amongst people, buildings, pigeons, statues of people one doesn’t know the air is somehow more breathable and it is as if they took from your feet some thousand-year-old leaden boots. It’s as though … Continue reading

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Following Lot

I can hear at my back the crying of the children, I take with me the words of the dead, I ask myself right now if the beds are not even cold yet how can I not turn and look … Continue reading

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Berta Piñán- The Pig

Every day we would go down to feed the pig. As the months went by we vaguely began to learn its destiny. Obstinate and repetitive, it always seemed to us closer to the nature of men, and just as each … Continue reading

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J.I. Pidal Montes- Sabino

Lifting me up like a forkful of grass My grandfather Sabino was very fine lifting up forkfuls of grass. An untitled architect they would never have employed to build the Temple of Solomon; because my grandfather, if he had to, … Continue reading

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David de San Andrés- the Mirror

The Mirror in your face with grey hair: in your unbitten mouth: in your gaze with cataracts: and    in your 56 years that weigh on you            is reflected            every … Continue reading

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Ruben D’Areñes- Scars

Scars I look at my own naked body made up of back-borne years that I count inexactly with scars. They are like clouds or the froth of a coffee, looking like things, some change depending on the day. They are … Continue reading

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Héctor Pérez Iglesias- The sunset is a dog

The sunset is a dog all mangy-coloured that circles around in a corner of the sky looking for a place to lie down. Cobalt fugitive and frothy saffron. The shadow of a sparrowhawk suddenly has the fatal quality of a … Continue reading

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Xosé Bolado- The Wings of the Bullet

Some time went by before I realised the truth some words hold.  Their lethal blade in silence. When they told me that the doctor was shot on the esplanade by the cemetery without saying anything, I didn’t know how far … Continue reading

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