After school my brother slinks into the blue shade of the pines. Every year it seems, he slips and ... [+]
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EnglishTranslated by Berta Arquer Vera
Translated by Berta Arquer Vera
After school my brother slinks into the blue shade of the pines. Every year it seems, he slips and ... [+]
On our last day at the beach the sun came out, and the fog, which for that whole week had draped the shore in a veil of cotton, burned away: we discovered there was an ocean here, after all. It wasn't ... [+]
The old woman opened her eyes, blinked a few times, and sat up in bed. She turned this way and that, peering at the objects in the small room: a low, narrow bed with fairytale figures carved in the ... [+]