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Hotel 7

La lluvia, acumulada en el tejado, golpea algo metálico en su camino hacia el suelo del patio. El sonido me hace pensar en un tambor tocado con un solo palillo. El ritmo a veces es rápido y otras es lento, … Continue reading

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The Town Garden

The house was too big for her. Too big even for the two of them. Well, what to do when he inherited it? His parents didn´t die; they were fine and fit and living most of the year down in … Continue reading

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Perdues a Ruisbroek – II


— Étrange ? C’est surtout étrange d’atterrir ici, au milieu de nulle part, déclare la Blonde. — Tiens, il y a quelqu’un. On pourrait lui demander quand passera un train pour Bruxelles, propose la Brune. Un peu plus loin, un jeune … Continue reading

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A community in autumn

Brbr said goodbye to her co-counsellor Mrtn and stepped out of his dwelling into the freshness of the early autumn evening. The orange-red sun was setting. On the horizon, dark vegetation flecked the purple-blue reflection of the sky on the … Continue reading

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Buddy on the Wavre Street (Brussels through the eyes of a zinneke)

He ran away, used the rare occasion when he was not tied to the fence by an old greyish rope. The gate was open and he took the opportunity… So good, to feel the use of one´s limbs, to enjoy … Continue reading

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