Written by Miguel Luís Millions of eyes, a single tent. Inside, tons of papers on the tables; judges and lawyers in black robes that hide their carefully chosen suits; two red bands, one for each, over the black robes that the prosecutors wear; in the rectangular vacuum that lies between the tables a dozen...
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The grave in Lhanguene and my stepfather's rag
Written by Sergio Raimundo First it was a huge balloon that attached itself to the hook of my stepfather's navel, first it was a wagon of maggots that carried bales of flies on my stepfather's legs, but I still think first it was my stepfather's upturned mouth that spat out words with crooked, lame syllables....