Juan BENET

Return to Región

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They played over a long period, all that autumn and the following winter and almost all the following Spring until the arrival of that violent, seasonable and fleeting summer in which, along with its orange flashes and darkened cloud clusters, the echo of troops of horses and solitary shots, the whispering of birches and the croaking of the rooks around the dying mounts and maddened riders, a whole age without reason and a people without the slightest moderation in the consumption of its pride were to die.

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