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Fernando Olivera: El rapto.- TEXT FROM THE NOVEL The goldfinch by Donna Tartt (...) One night we were in San Antonio, and I was having a bit of a melt-down, wanting my own room, you know, my dog, my own bed, and Daddy lifted me up on the fairgrounds and told me to look at the moon. When "you feel homesick", he said, just look up. Because the moon is the same wherever you go". So after he died, and I had to go to Aunt Bess -I mean, even now, in the city, when I see a full moon, it's like he's telling me not to look back or feel sad about things, that home is wherever I am. She kissed me on the nose. Or where you are, puppy. The center of my earth is you". The goldfinch Donna Tartt 4441 English edition
Friday, April 6, 2012
The mother W. Somerset Maugham
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Two or three people, hearing sounds of a quarrel in the patio, came out of their
rooms and listened.
'It's the new lodger,' said a woman. 'She's having a row with the porter who
brought her things:
It was a tenement house of two storeys, built round a patio, in a back street of La
Macarena, which is the roughest quarter in Seville. The rooms were let to working men and
the small functionaries with whom Spain is overrun, postmen, policemen, or tramconductors, and the place swarmed with children. There were twenty families there. They
squabbled and made it up; they chattered their heads off; they helped one another when
help was needed; for the Andalusians are good-natured people, and on the whole they got
on well enough together. One room had been for some time unlet. A woman had taken it
that morning, and an hour later had brought her bits and pieces, carrying as much as she
could herself, a gallego - the Galicians are the general porters of Spain - laden with the
rest.
But the quarrel was growing more violent, and the two women above, on the first
floor, anxious not to miss a word, leant over the balcony.
They heard the newcomer's shrill voice raised in a torrent of abuse and the man's
sullen interjections. The two women nudged one another.
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