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by Dr. David Fialkoff, Editor / Publisher |
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The rear wall of my new house is built right on the northern edge of town, a very hard edge. Here the city abruptly ends, and miles of uninterrupted campo, uninhabited countryside begins. |
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Look out front and there is the reassurance of others of my species, the chamba, the hurly-burly of society. Look out back and there is the raw force of nature, the primordial, eternal vastness as Hemingway and Jung felt it on the plains of Africa. |
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by Béa Aaronson, text and art |
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On the day of our beloved ones, many questions, like wounds... |
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What it means...?, hands are very important, to rise up and threaten, to give and caress. |
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by Pascual Hijuelos |
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At the end of World War II San Miguel was a small, magical town that allured serious artists from all walks. It was still that way when I moved here 20 years ago. |
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by Natalie Taylor |
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The channels of what seem like insignificant arroyos, become overfilled and create terrible torrents that descend along the ravines with tremendous power. |
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By 8am, the current had covered Avenida Guadalupe in the San Juan de Dios neighborhood, and the windows and doors of the lower levels were disappearing. |
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by Don Day |
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A good onion soup should have a nice balance between liquid and solids; Salvages soup has. A good onion soup should have chewable chunks of the root vegetable; Salvages soup does. The cheese in a good onion soup should be baked to the point just before it starts to burn. Salvages soup is. |
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In my experience, in recent years, restaurants have changed to the more savoury taste of all dark meat. So I was quite shocked when I first sliced into Salvages coq au vin and discovered it was all breast. |
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The Computer Corner by Charles Miller |
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Imagine if you visited that website and it said "Welcome, you are 85,347th in line, please wait your turn." Obviously that would never work! |
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by Sheridan Sansegundo |
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por Dr. David Fialkoff, Editor |
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La muralla trasera de mi casa nueva está construida justo en el límite norte de la ciudad, un límite muy duro. Aquí termina abruptamente la ciudad y comienzan kilómetros de campo ininterrumpido, deshabitado. |
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Si miro al frente, veo la tranquilidad de otros de mi especie, la chamba, el ajetreo de la sociedad. Si miro hacia atrás, veo la fuerza bruta de la naturaleza, la inmensidad primordial y eterna que Hemingway y Jung sintieron en las llanuras de África. |
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por Béa Aaronson, texto y arte |
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En el día de los seres queridos, tenemos muchas preguntas, como heridas. |
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Lo que eso significa…, Las manos son muy importantes, para levantar y amenazar, dar y acariciar. |
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por Pascual Hijuelos |
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Al final de la II Guerra Mundial, San Miguel era una pequeña ciudad mágica que atraía a artistas serios de todos los ámbitos. Seguía siendo así cuando me mudé aquí hace 20 años. |
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por Natalie Taylor |
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Los cauces de lo que parecen insignificantes arroyos, se llenan y crean terribles torrentes que descienden por las quebradas con tremenda fuerza. |
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A las ocho de la mañana, la corriente había cubierto la Avenida Guadalupe en la colonia San Juan de Dios, y las ventanas y puertas de los niveles inferiores iban desapareciendo. |
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La esquina de la computadora por Charles Miller |
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¿Has oído la historia del tipo que se compró un coche de carreras para desplazarse más rápido por San Miguel? Si no, es porque es una historia que me acabo de inventar. |
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