Il·lustració © Judit Canela
Under the spell of a neighborhood (a poem spelled out in cantos)

The poet Josep Pedrals talks to us about his neighborhood in a poem.

(Translated from the Catalan by Ronald Puppo)

Il·lustració © Lluïsot
The old hospital garden

During those years I was undocumented. “Not having papers” used to mean (means) lacking facts. But there was nothing to fear in the library.

Il·lustració © Mireia Zantop
The pride of the hillside

I suspect that Jane Bowles, Pere Calders, Nelly Sachs, Joan Maragall, Federico García Lorca, Josep Vicenç Foix and Mercè Rodoreda once lived together in Vallvidrera....

Il·lustració © Òscar Tusquets
Black eyes, forked tongue

I wish they’d all go away. That this damned Operation Escape would end. That the neighbourhood would be emptied of those who live and who don’t live in Pedralbes.

Il·lustració © Òscar Julve
“Buga” in Horta

This former town once had eighty laundries washing the clothes of Barcelona’s wealthy.

Il·lustració © Lluïsa Jover
Trobada prevista

Cinc minuts de marge. I, si ve, la reconeixeré a primer cop d’ull?, o em costarà saber si és ella i després hauré de dissimular amb un “Sílvia, no has canviat gens”?...

Il·lustració © Pedro Strukelj
Clues in the neighbourhood of rhythm

Maybe the stories zigzag around Poble-sec and mutate each year and in every square. Or maybe they emerge from the Paral•lel, that avenue of light and showbiz that was...

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