Nº 134 - Last night I watched the river undress. First it removed its shirt, second it took off its trousers then, embarrassed, it swam away
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Nº 132 - And if she asks where I've gone tell her I am cleaning the meat from my bones and won't be back until they're stripped and scoured.
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Nº 131 - "I have pigeons nesting in my hair, wood lice crawling out of my ears, mice gnawing at my feet, there is no room for you my love."
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Nº 130 - The city blisters in the screaming heat. Young men hunt in packs and everywhere the sound of barking, the endless barking of sheep.
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Nº 129 - This morning my father turned into a seagull. We knew it was him as soon as he opened his beak and refused to get down off the roof
