A book of short stories, anecdotes, engaging in delicate descriptions.
But what better than a small excerpt can do it justice?
[...] Yes, I know for experiences the salt of the anchovies, those who handled all his life, everything burns, hands, clothes, but not the feelings .
Basically he likes to indulge in nostalgia, who knows if that girl, or more simply for the youth away. Perhaps the two are closely intertwined in him. After all, what was for him the youth? Work, work, work. The only brackets that remembers it's all in that look, in the courtyard that evening that he had suddenly heated. [...] (P.19)
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