Tree 4. Collar de perro

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Era un fastidio tener que empezar el colegio cuando hacía tan buen tiempo. El sol le calentaba la cabeza igual que el casco que mamá le obligaba a ponerse cuando iba en bicicleta. La mochila le pesaba y botaba sobre su espalda mientras andaba.

– ¡Rodrigo, no  te quedes atrás! ¡Vamos!-

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Tree 3. What’s best for you.

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  • Right, you hold it here and I’ll go around it.
  • I can’t see where your hand is, it’s too dark. Why don’t we do this during the day?
  • You know why, we have to be discreet. It’s our own private guerrilla I told you. I don’t want to jeopardise our anonymity. We’re bringing happiness back to the city!

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Tree 2. L’arbre aux baisers

 

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Le hêtre était toujours là, fidèle à son poste. Il a vu toutes les filles que j’ai embrassées et aussi celles qui ne se sont pas laissé faire. Il regardait ce va-et-vient avec indulgence et se demandait sûrement quand j’allais me fixer. Là-dessus, il se trompait. Je n´avais pas du tout l´intention de me fixer. Je faisais dans la quantité, pas dans la qualité. Quand on a seize ans, on n’aspire pas aux amours éternels. On préfère explorer, se prendre des claques, se relever et replonger.

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Hotel Europa (2)

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El hotel Europa era un bloque rectangular de cemento color beis blanquecino. Estaba situado en el número 107 de la Rue de La  Loi y lo  demolieron el año pasado, después de largo tiempo de abandono.  Me hacía pensar en una prisión por la simetría  cuadriculada y celular de las ventanas de su fachada. Cuando empecé a frecuentarlo, Hotel Europa ya no era su nombre, aunque todo el mundo seguía llamándolo así a pesar del esfuerzo publicitario de la cadena hotelera que lo poseía.

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Tree 1. The Mirabelle Plum

(photo courtesy to Dida)

In the tiny town garden of a little vegetarian burger restaurant in Ixelles grows a single tree, its branches like long arms stretching over a few iron tables and chairs. The September started and is ending with the sunshine making people happy. On Saturday at noon two blond girls on a date sit down looking forward to each one´s favorite burger, smiling and talking about their weekend plans. Obviously, more and promising things are to happen this weekend.

At the next table, close to the tree trunk, drinking a cool cider is a woman waiting for her company, checking messages and emails, as the confirmed hour has already passed and it is unusual for this friend to be late. Finally, after seeing the latest text message, she realizes it is 1 p.m. instead of 12.30 stated in the previous email. Too many channels, to many exchanges the technology has brought.

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