Archivo para Agosto 2008
The corners of the net: The sad trombone
But our evocations are over; from the far away coasts we return to the old Castilian city. Through the window we glimpse the dusty dry plain. The slow chimes from a convent are ringing. Castile can’t see the sea.
Azorín. Castile (loose and probably wrong translation by A.H.Lippincott)
For a New Year and bak-to-work day this text and the following link are perfect. The Tavern wishes a happy New Year to its readers.
A.H.Lippincott
