I could recite your first letter from Tangier to your friend Isidro, the philosopher who ended up directing my doctoral thesis years later, improving the wording of some subordinations. In Spain they award literary prizes by voting for others as clumsy as the author, not for the same value as the exhibition itself, "te lu juru"; That's how democracy is, or isn't that how you choose your president too? Tabbun d'yamak, your mother's cunt!
Of the second, my favorite of the first months, I would not dare to say a word dedicated to me, Ia habibi, my friend! (...) Fragment.