Tag: city
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Coda – A Poem About Isolation
A poem about walking around the city, through the different parts and around the different people.
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The Pigs Are Dead
Excuse me dear, I’m hungry tonight. Leopold Bloom, Ulysses.
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The Pigs Are Dead: Hipster Sausages
Hipster sausages, hipster prices – it’s all food for thought. Excuse me dear, I’m hungry tonight. Leopold Bloom, Ulysses.
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Lavapiés is home to you and me
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, Africans, Erasmus students, tourists, hippies, and writers. This is the working class neighbourhood in Madrid, though the imperial seat of Spain is blessed…
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Lavapiés Stories: Home to You and Me
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 does exactly that; uncharacteristic raindrops, characteristic pissing from homeless people, Africans, Erasmus students, tourists, hippies, and writers. This is the working class neighbourhood…
Irish Slice of Madrid 