Essay: ‘An Afternoon With Huidobro and Parra’ by Roberto Bolaño

Afterwards I feel something tugging at my pants. Huidobro’s ghost? No, it’s Parra’s cats, six or seven stray cats who every afternoon come to the garden of the greatest living poet of the Spanish language to eat his food. ‘

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