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Qué impresionante primer cuento!

I recognised her way of walking, as if nothing were weighing her down, neither her body nor time nor that thing we all accumulate the way you accumulate old bits of junk in a cupboard you never open.

A very old god creating man. He shapes him from mud and breathes into him. And finally he tiesa little piece of darkness to his feet that he calls ‘shadow’.

(02/08)

(01/08)

(31/07)

Sato the soldier digs and sometimes a memory passes by, neither pausing nor hurrying, as though simply gliding. He just looks at it. A passing cloud.

¡Sabía que el cuento era sobre esa persona!

‘There are many things that have no name. Certain moments in the day, like the russet colour between a bright evening and nightfall, and certain gestures, certain rhythms, some parts of the body, some colors like the greens that are neither sea nor moss. But what has no name does still exist.’

This is from the story ‘The names’ and also it is on the back cover, and maybe the reason why I’ve got the book.