Tag Archives: Paul Auster

Xuan Bello- Unfinished Poem

I, who no longer believe in what I write, Who lie when I tell the nuances Of what matters, at twenty-something Years of my life, in Oviedo, I declare The rightness of things that get away, Tobacco smoke, the air … Continue reading

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