I travel a lot to Barcelona and always, regardless of the reason for my visit, I already feel in the AVE a feeling of very joyful fulfillment, in it I perceive that I arrive at a place that I can call my place.
I know it is because memory rescues days of wine and gatherings, digs and walks through the bustling and intimate Gothic Quarter, where I always find a hidden place that enjoys the value of an enigma in its gloom.
In La Central bookstore, that of Raval, I presented
The Dream of Death
(Hiperión, 2013), aco
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