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Litro #94: Spain
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The Ancient Mariner by Joseba Sarrionandia
Translated by Linda White “Sooner or later everyone knows All the routes of escape are closed.” Joannes Etxeberri of Ziburu A cluster of old houses surrounded an ivy-covered church at ...
Alone by Joseba Sarrionandia
Translated by Linda White She’s alone in the world. She loves getting letters, but when she looks in the mailbox it’s always empty. She decided to write to herself. She ...
Briar Neck, 1912 by Ernest Farrés
Barren, sun-baked and glistening from rough weather, rocky crags with deep gnawn-away gorges and warped landings hanging plant growth and rubble as the base of cliffs descend as far as ...
Where Old Cars Die by Cassandra Passarelli
A bright chink of sunshine falls in through the open flap of a tepee onto two sleeping forms. The smaller one tosses and turns: ‘An early start godamnit… that’s what ...
Up early by Suso de Toro
Translated by John Rutherford So sleepy. The light comes in round the edges of the blind. Net curtains. She’d just woken up. She half-covered her face, so cold out there, ...
Attractions by Víctor García Tur
Translated by Patricia Seta “In Blow-up I used my head instinctively!” Michelangelo Antonioni. “In the centre of the picture, just under the surface” Margaret Atwood, This is a Photograph of ...
From Stone in a Landslide by Maria Barbal
Translated by Laura McGloughlin and Paul Mitchell The rattling of the engine made me drowsy, but I was wide awake. I wasn’t dreaming now. On one side Elvira, on the ...
murrai is pondering… by Antón R Reixa
murrai is pondering a profound study on ignorance but does not want to devote himself to writing it until he acquires greater general unknowledge yes yes the paper towels for ...
Bodyguard by Xurxo Borrazas
Translated by John Rutherford ‘Attack the seagulls’ nest,’ a man’s voice repeated on the intercom. ‘Attack the seagulls’ nest.’ ‘The seagulls’ nest?’ he tried to confirm. ‘That’d be the fourth ...
Dandy by Lois Pereiro
The mirror of elegance before my eyes and my eyelids sleep a sinewy sleep in liquid lines of the expressions etched on a face of cruelty close to mine. I ...
The Mattress by Harkaitz Cano
Translated by Elizabeth Macklin and Linda White The roof of the trailer was patched with green asbestos shingles and the dingy interior was filled nearly wall to wall by a ...
Two poems from Edward Hopper by Ernest Farrés
Railroad Train, 1908 No sooner is the caboose out of sight than they’ve already forgotten you. It’s like losing clout or taking a load off their minds. That’s just how ...