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I shake off my boredom, get dressed, and go out into the street. Madrid is empty, except for the pavement opposite where I live and walk, the Paseo de Pintor Rosales, where there are a lot of people lounging on café terraces or strolling around, families with children. On a bench I see a Latin Amer…

I have come to this place of almost total isolation as a result of not replying to others, of not having worked on genuine friendships or neglecting the ones I had. My solitude is the result of never having cared about anyone except myself. And little by little people disappear. On days like today,…

I introduced her onstage in dozens of cities. I remember each and every time, the moments in the dressing rooms before the concert. She had given up alcohol and I’d given up cigarettes, and in those moments, we were like two sets of withdrawal symptoms. She’d tell me she longed for a glass of tequi…

The minute Beau steps out the door, I feel my cheeks start to burn and the nervous jolts rip through my chest. I don’t think about it for a minute. I take another sublingual Trankimazin. I need something to pass the time. And I don’t want to take advantage of Beau. I’m seeing him tonight anyway. I …

Back in Madrid, I found out people had been trying to track me down to make a photo-novel, Sows. In the plot, I’m a girl who’s living on the outskirts of Madrid, my father has a farm rearing pigs, and I’ve spent all my life around them. My father hires a farmhand to help me with the work and the fa…