Etiket: Olga
Trains that do not enter the tunnel and other nonsense, by Olga Merino
I like islands, or the idea of them, and diaries, so about a month ago, when I found out about the existence of a certain book, I went crazy looking…
VS zetten bekende presentatrice Russian state televisie Olga Skabejeva op sanctielijst
Het Amerikaanse ministerie van Buitenlandse Zaken heeft vandaag een nieuwe lijst gepubliceerd van Russen the door de VS been sanctioned. Het gaat onder Meer om een reeks ministers, governors and…
Emergencies, first section of the night, by Olga Merino
In out. Up and down. Black White. You feel reasonably well and, suddenly, the dice of chance or the bad shadow they put you in a taxi heading to the…
Tananai: Tango video is the story of Olga and Maxim, divided Ukrainians
cdoor Tananai: «Love among the buildings on fire, I recognize your voice, we are not like them». And what seemed like generic love, see the video of Tangois instead the…
The wise hands of the carpenter, by Olga Merino
I go out early to buy apples, effervescent aspirin and EL PERIÓDICO on paper. You should be right back in the ‘batcave’, but I keep walking instinctively beyond the usual…
“I do not regret anything”, by Olga Merino
I put the coffeepot on the fire. I turn on the computer, which is how to raise the blind of the haberdashery without much hope I sit at the table…
Instructions for propping up a column, by Olga Merino
wanted the chance to end a little book by Julio Camba in Madrid, spending time in the cafeteria of the Círculo de Bellas Artes, where the Galician journalist went daily…
The world spins, spins in infinite space, article by Olga Merino
Wet cold. Sol. I go down to the supermarket with my shopping cart, maroon in color, brand new, the first one I have, with an obsessive melody inside my skull.…
Grapes, chimes, hypertensive brother-in-law, by Olga Merino
Overwhelmed with festivities, after-dinners and brother-in-law which raises hypertension. Every time I open the fridge, from a container, the surviving prawns look at me with crossed eyes and mustaches, ‘hello,…
The habit of reading as an ‘organic compulsion’, by Olga Merino
Overnight, it has sprung up on me a swelling in the right elbow, a soft bulge to cushion the ulna, a protrusion that looks like the chin of Fournier’s joker…