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The Chaperone

July 2011

What delighted me was watching how the sun changed my appearance. I spent nightly hours in the mirror, describing the new shades and hues of my face or arms to my martin, who was colorblind.

Fairytale Smalltalk

September 2010

He says: look yourself up in the guide and tell me what you are.

The Emigrant’s Hand

By Manuel Rivas, translated from the Galician by Valerie Saint-Rossy
May 2005

You could look from one end to the other, but for me there was only Castro’s hand, it held me in a hypnotic grip.

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