simon armitage la parábola del burro muerto Las instrucciones llegaron por correo certificado en sobres separados: primero las direcciones para señalar el lugar en la forma de los mapas y coordenadas de la brújula; luego, los formularios y sellos...
simon armitage · esto no es el juego de los muebles Su pelo era un cuervo surgiendo de una chimenea atascada y sus ojos eran huevos duros con los extremos aplastados y su parpadeo era una puerta gatera y sus dientes eran azuritas o las estatuas de Isla de...
the tyre Just how it came to rest where it rested, miles out, miles from the last farmhouse even, was a fair question. Dropped by burricane or aeroplane perhaps for some reason, put down as a cairn or marker, then lost. Tractor-size, six or seven feet across,...
I’d been tired, under the weather, but the ansaphone kept screaming: One more sick-note, mister, and you’re finished. Fired. I thumbed a lift to where the car was parked. A Vauxball Astra. It was bired. I picked him up in Leeds. He was following the...
