
Naked, afraid, alone. Captain Francisco de Cuéllar found himself on an Irish beach one Autumn morning…
Naked, afraid, alone. Captain Francisco de Cuéllar found himself on an Irish beach one Autumn morning…
I went back looking for my lost language.
Melancholic Celts surrounded by happy Spanish people… ah, it’ll be grand.
A poem about walking around the city, through the different parts and around the different people.
The amazing connection between Basque and Irish music
A story that will be published in a forthcoming magazine.
A story that will be published in a forthcoming magazine – Saints & Bullshitters.
The terrace culture is Madrid.
I’ve lost count of the number of times I have seen someone piss on a car in Lavapiés. This wash feet barrio does exactly that; uncharacteristic raindrops, characteristic pissing from homeless people, […]
I’ve lost count of the number of times I have seen someone piss on a car in Lavapiés, but it’s another yarn in a list of Lavapiés stories. This wash feet barrio […]