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La calle nueva

Hace cuatro días que vivo en el hotel. Tengo que comprar un cuaderno nuevo, o mejor más, porque solo me quedan algunas páginas en blanco por rellenar. Me vendría bien dejar estas cuatro paredes unas horas, sentir el sol tímido … Continue reading

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Brussels – remembered?

“But what would keep bringing back those images of that particular place, repeatedly, to my spirit?” she asked her co-counsellor, who sat facing her, clutching her hands in his. “It is important that you hold on to those images, as … Continue reading

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Perdues a Ruisbroek ou le goût exquis des gâteaux de Starbucks

— J’ai le temps de prendre un café ? — D’accord, mais en vitesse, il faut pas rater le train. Deux femmes se dirigent vers le Starbucks de la Gare Centrale. La blonde est si grande qu’on dirait qu´elle flotte dans … Continue reading

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Why a smurf that spills colour?

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Remember me

It had started to drizzle and the bus was still not coming. The cars passing by shone their white lights on my face and I could feel my blood rushing in my ears. I was never going to make it … Continue reading

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