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Articles tagged "Las Ramblas"

For Álvaro Pombo

We are accomplices and accomplices have no reason to embrace or kiss or mourn their own dead or ours.  We live in endless complicity with shameful times that have become scars and ashes in our memory.  Dark days that today are luminous mist in Neuchâtel or in brothels on Las Ramblas whose ceremonies we don’t attend but which we’re familiar with because we’ve lived in brothels and in dungeons and in the incense of basilicas. Accomplices...

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