LAPISABIAN
I let the love of letters and coffee grow cold
The first time I arrived at Café Gijón as an “other,” winter had arrived early. He entered slowly through Paseo de Recoletos and had left the maritime province that very morning. By train, always by train.
It was for a round table…
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