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A review by h1914
Las manos pequeñas by Andrés Barba
3.0
“Number and word: yes. Silence and sound: yes. Word detached from language, prior to language, forlorn, pure, limpid.”
“Where was she going? She didn’t know. To an island. To a mountain. To the sea. No, not to the sea, to a sea. Everything was a, a place that already existed. It wasn’t so much the fear of leaving that terrified Marina but the idea of that space, that intricate, bountiful, preconceived place, full of beforehands.”
“Where was she going? She didn’t know. To an island. To a mountain. To the sea. No, not to the sea, to a sea. Everything was a, a place that already existed. It wasn’t so much the fear of leaving that terrified Marina but the idea of that space, that intricate, bountiful, preconceived place, full of beforehands.”