'Respiré de ese humo amargo de tu adiòs
Y desde que tù te fuiste yo solo tengo...'.
Mom is always mom. Oedipus started without knowing it.
A murder was on a sunny clobbed paving among olive trees.
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I like the peculiar dialogue with ancient and classical authors often possible through your erudite works here. Hamlet seems to be so close, as if the reader can talk to him. Quite strange and exciting approach...