Burdened with doubts about her condition, the nation decided to go to a poet's office to be examined. She arrived at the office and the first thing she did was to sprawl on the waiting stool and trim her dirty fingernails with her teeth. With a ticket in her hand she waited her turn to be
My grandfather hanging in memory
Written by Sérgio Raimundo "And if the sky fell on me it would at least be a wreck," my grandfather would say as he dug a hole with his fingernail to bury the button of his shirt. I can't get out of my head my grandfather swallowing little medallions of pills and shooting out coughing bursts just like the...
A year of many seasons
Written by Joaquim Tobias Dai Our emotions, experiences, and expectations, are like the seasons of the year. They are all important, but the effect they have on us is disparate, in its own way. Some are joyful and some not so joyful. During the last year we have been obsessed with deconfinement, and for various reasons. Deconfinement is synonymous with victory...
Millions of eyes, one tent: don't let the country's authority be hijacked
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...
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....