ARGENTINA / FICÇÃO

O Olhar do Estranho

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Em O Olhar do Estranho, Eva desmaia no metrô de Buenos Aires e mergulha em uma cena brutal de repressão política — mas o mais assustador é reconhecer o rosto do estranho que a observava minutos antes… Coincidência ou algo mais sombrio?

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FICTION

Soulmates | 1. Odesa

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When Taras called out to her, Stella calmly turned around, listened to him and smiled. She wasn’t at all offended that he had been listening to her phone conversation. Quite the opposite, she liked his boldness and frankness.

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FICTION / USA

NEW YORK, SUMMER 2005

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He stepped out into the summer heat of the city, the scent of tar and steam rising from the pavement, the traffic horns already a symphony. The skyline loomed; unknown faces, unfamiliar sidewalks. Everything felt charged—alive, slightly dangerous.

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ÖYKÜ

BUENOS AIRES’DE BİR VİZYON

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Eva kısa bir süre için düşüncelerinde kayboldu, ta ki birisinin ona dikkatlice baktığını hissedene kadar. Başını kaldırdığında bir adamın kendisine baktığını fark etti.

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FICCIÓN

Misterio porteño

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El calor húmedo de aquel verano en Buenos Aires hacia sudar a los pasajeros y la molestaban todos esos olores. El desconocido se acercó discreta y lentamente y la miró de nuevo atentamente. Eva resistió.

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FICTION / SHORT STORY

A vision in Buenos Aires

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For a short while Eva became lost in her thoughts until she felt an intense gaze resting on her. She raised her head and realised that a man was staring at her. She became uncomfortable.

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FICTION / NOUVELLE

UNE VISION À BUENOS AIRES

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Eva se perdit un court moment dans ses pensées jusqu’à ce qu’elle sentît un regard intense posé sur elle. Elle leva la tête et vit, en face d’elle, un homme qui la dévisageait. Sa première pensée fut qu’il n’était pas de la capitale. Sa peau foncée, ses yeux noirs, son nez crochu étaient ceux d’un indio. Il devait certainement venir d’une province du nord ou de Bolivie. Bien que son visage fût d’une beauté peu commune, son expression douloureuse la troubla.

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