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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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