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The Orphanage
When he started walking, he would throw himself against walls.
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When he started walking, he would throw himself against walls.
London is a city spread over tunnels that are always the same and trains that always go to the same places.
Breaking Borders: Featuring, Michel Laub, Alejandro Jodorowsky, Lina Meruane, Claudia Salazer Jiménez, Fernanda Torres, Yoss, Guadalupe Nettel, Rafael Gumucio, and more….
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Deep inside the Gloucester Road apartment where the Cuban writer Guillermo Cabrera Infante resided from 1967 until his death in 2005, the visitor finds a majestic landscape.
It had never been his intention to travel via Rotterdam…
Separated by what unites us, united by what separates us.”
Slogan of the “Archipiélagos” radio program (Miami, 1990s)
I never knew him. What’s left to me of him are the scenes I’m able to imagine, starting with the five boxes from the archive his widow left to me.
I spent my days between the dead’s cheeks and arms
Here, at home, there are no cheeks nor arms left
Our parents migrated, and our hearts with them.
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Despair is a form of certainty, certainty that the future will be a lot like the present or will decline from it; despair is a confident memory of the future.
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The first border I ever crossed was that between Mexico and the United States; I don’t remember, but I was told about it.
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How long is the flight between Havana and Miami?
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Litro invited authors from eight of Latin American countries to write about their own experience of boundaries, real and imagined, resulting in a bold array of poetry, fiction and essays.
Right after seeing Traces, the Hayward Gallery retrospective of major Cuban artist Ana Mendieta, Lauren Frankel’s perception was amplified: the world took on a new kind of magic.