“She falls asleep with you, at night. Sees your morning waffle. Smells your fresh-out-of-the-shower scent and knows how water beads on your skin just before you wrap yourself up in a towel.”Translation
“I’ve stopped bringing my body out with me again. I date men who don’t have bodies and I pretend I don’t either.” Short story
RHAPSODY IN QUEBEC
“The beauty of the world cannot be expressed in one language alone, always the same.”Translation
NEWS FROM MY MOTHER
“I walked from one apartment block to the other, trying to find a trace of your existence. It’s stupid, I know. But I was hoping that the happiness you guys felt forty years ago would have been set in the bricks or concrete, imprisoned in the reflection of the tiles.” Short story in translation
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