Todas las calles por las que paseo contigo
Durii Editorial · Poesía y prosa poética · Poesía · Adultos (+18 años)
Synopsis
Even now, we never know what waits for us around the next corner, in the next street. Not even when we stand waiting for a friend on a doorstep, cold settling into our bones.
Every street holds a fragment of truth, of history, of tears we left behind.
Any street can witness a moment of conflict, a chance encounter with a stranger, or an hour that makes everything worthwhile — whichever side of the pavement you happen to be on.
Some of us lost our bearings without ever understanding where we had gone wrong; others lost track of time without ever quite catching up with it. And in those moments we wonder whether our luck had simply run out, whether we had somehow ended up on the wrong planet, or whether the street we loved best really did carry the name we thought we knew.
Machine translation, pending review.
Technical data
- ISBN
- 978-84-10075-09-2
- Format
- Softcover
- Pages
- 120
- Dimensions
- 152 × 228 mm
- Weight
- 281 g
- RRP
- €15.00 (VAT included)
- Publication
- 23 September 2024
- Edition
- Edition 1
- Legal deposit
- M-19295-2024
- Language
- spa
- Imprint
- Durii Editorial
- Series
- Poesía y prosa poética
- Age
- Adultos (+18 años)
Classification
Amor · pérdida · identidad · soledad · esperanza · memoria · diversidad
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Distribution: Azeta in Spain · Panoplia de Libros in Latin America · Direct distribution from the publisher
Rights
Translation rights available for all languages.
Cynthia Castelo
Vigo · 1994
This book, along with some posts on Instagram, reveals more about me than I could express in a few paragraphs. I write to empty myself, to fill myself back up, and to build a refuge in my own bubble — a space that belongs only to me. There, words give life to my mind, which runs in "everything is wrong" mode, and to my heart, which is always ready to "give everything", even if in the end I have to sew myself back together. My hope is that those who read me feel the urge to tremble, to open themselves up completely, and to rebuild — but this time, with me.
Machine translation, pending review.
