Tag: birds

The Chaperone
July 2011What 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.

The Emigrant’s Hand
By Manuel Rivas, translated from the Galician by Valerie Saint-RossyMay 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.


