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DIGITAL SCRAP BOOK

Published by Raiden Tongol, 2021-12-16 19:00:23

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SCENT THE MAN WI TH HIS BACK TURNED 10 UNDENIABLE THINGS

TABLE OF CONTENT Japanese American 3-4 9-10 Mexican 5-8 11-12

AMERICAN POETRY Is a recipient of BMI's Jerry Harrington Musical Theatre Award for outstanding creative achievement as a librettist.



M E XL II TC A N MEXICO IS PART OF THE NORTH AMERICAN CONTINENT TOGETHER About the Man With his Back Turned WITH THE UNITED STATES AGUSTIN CADENA WROTE THE AMERICA MA TURNED HIS BACKIN & CANADA. SPANISH & THOSE WERE IT IS USUALLY REFERRED TO TRANSLATED TO ENGLISH BY AS LATIN AMERICA . PATRICIA 47 OF THE CAFE MEXICO WAS A COLONY OF SPAIN & DUBRAVA . IT WAS WRITTEN & IT PUBLISHED ISSUE NO. 47 OF THE WENT THROUGH A CIVIL CAFE IRREAL WEBZINE 201 3 CONFLICT THAT BROUGHT ABOUT AN INDEPENDENT MEXICO.

WITH HIS Daniela bought the mirror at the flea market one Saturday when she was passing by in her older brother's car, and for no other reason but to make him mad, insisted on stopping. The mirror was 12 inches long by 8 inches wide at its base, and the upper part was finished with a Gothic arch. The brass frame was scratched and dented in places, but in general still pretty, with vine reliefs and floral motifs. The mirror itself was rose-tinted, an antique glass in which things were reflected as if blurred by the mist of the years, as if they were reflections from the past, from long ago, not from today. Dani loved it. She didn't have enough money to buy the mirror, but what she had was enough so that the vender agreed to hold it for her.

When she got home, she begged her father for a little, asked her grandmother for a loan and then at school sold some CDs to a few of her classmates. The next Saturday she went to get the mirror. She didn't find the vender, just his wife, an autumnal blond with a witchy look. When Dani told her why she was there, the woman took the mirror out of a cardboard box where they'd hidden it. Excited, Dani paid the balance due and ran home with her treasure. She already had a place picked out for it in her bedroom. The trouble started that same afternoon. Not every time someone looked in the mirror, but often, they saw in the background, behind the normal reflections, a man with his back to the mirror. It was fearsome, strange. Because no one was standing there, and nothing else in the room could reflect such an image. The worst was that sometimes it was there, sometimes not. And it always happened that only one person at a time could see him. How then could they be sure of anything?

The first hypothesis was that there was a ghost in the house and it could only become visible through the rose mirror. But when they took the mirror to other locations, the figure facing away remained the same The family was mystified. They wanted to find an explanation for this thing. Finally they arrived at a conclusion: the man with his back turned lived in the mirror.. They didn't want to know more. All they wanted was to get rid of him. Dani went to sell the mirror back to the vender from whom she'd bought it. He looked at her steadily with an enigmatic smile and offered her less than half of what she'd paid for it. But Daniela wasn't inclined to bargain. She was already walking away from the booth when she chanced to hear the man murmuring, as if talking to the mirror: \"Back again.\"

Kaori Ekuni



FRLENitCH 10 undeniable things BY NANNI CAGONE

My father at home, Finite space, rim of a drum. the last days, It would help to incarnate while you can, sitting with his weight to glean light even after nightfall, in the inclement emptiness take a stroll in the mist that never healed his certainties, and never leave the moment sitting bewildered alone, or it stings everything. at not understanding At the end, at the end of the surging why children without lingering sunset, in the insecure maturing nor shelter, never did their embrace burning without a grieving scheme, shake him. Children that the solemn episode of the leaves— in his indisputable universe rustling and that’s all. Rustling. diminished him. Here, fugitive identities in the dead tangle.

PEANGDE


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