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Alberto Alvaro Ríos
Born
in The United States
January 01, 1952
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The Smallest Muscle in the Human Body
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published
2002
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5 editions
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A Small Story about the Sky
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published
2015
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2 editions
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Capirotada: A Nogales Memoir
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published
1999
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8 editions
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A Good Map of All Things: A Picaresque Novel (Camino del Sol)
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published
2020
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2 editions
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The Theater of Night
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published
2006
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4 editions
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The Dangerous Shirt
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published
2009
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2 editions
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Teodoro Luna's Two Kisses: Poems
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published
1990
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6 editions
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Pig Cookies and Other Stories
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published
1995
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2 editions
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Whispering to Fool the Wind: Poems
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published
1981
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6 editions
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The Iguana Killer: Twelve Stories of the Heart
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published
1984
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6 editions
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“Adults have
the benefit of experience and know the trick will work as long as the technique is correct.
When we “grow up” we gain this experience and knowledge, but we lose our innocence and
sense of wonder. In other words, the price we pay for growing up is a permanent sense of
loss.”
― The Iguana Killer: Twelve Stories of the Heart
the benefit of experience and know the trick will work as long as the technique is correct.
When we “grow up” we gain this experience and knowledge, but we lose our innocence and
sense of wonder. In other words, the price we pay for growing up is a permanent sense of
loss.”
― The Iguana Killer: Twelve Stories of the Heart
“We live in secret cities
And we travel unmapped roads.
We speak words between us that we recognize
But which cannot be looked up.
They are our words.
They come from very far inside our mouths.
You and I, we are the secret citizens of the city
Inside us, and inside us
There go all the cars we have driven
And seen, there are all the people
We know and have known, there
Are all the places that are
But which used to be as well. This is where
They went. They did not disappear.
We each take a piece
Through the eye and through the ear.
It's loud inside us, in there, and when we speak
In the outside world
We have to hope that some of that sound
Does not come out, that an arm
Not reach out
In place of the tongue.”
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And we travel unmapped roads.
We speak words between us that we recognize
But which cannot be looked up.
They are our words.
They come from very far inside our mouths.
You and I, we are the secret citizens of the city
Inside us, and inside us
There go all the cars we have driven
And seen, there are all the people
We know and have known, there
Are all the places that are
But which used to be as well. This is where
They went. They did not disappear.
We each take a piece
Through the eye and through the ear.
It's loud inside us, in there, and when we speak
In the outside world
We have to hope that some of that sound
Does not come out, that an arm
Not reach out
In place of the tongue.”
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“The library is dangerous—
Don’t go in. If you do
You know what will happen.
It’s like a pet store or a bakery—
Every single time you’ll come out of there
Holding something in your arms.
Those novels with their big eyes.
And those no-nonsense, all muscle
Greyhounds and Dobermans,
All non-fiction and business,
Cuddly when they’re young,
But then the first page is turned.
The doughnut scent of it all, knowledge,
The aroma of coffee being made
In all those books, something for everyone,
The deli offerings of civilization itself.
The library is the book of books,
Its concrete and wood and glass covers
Keeping within them the very big,
Very long story of everything.
The library is dangerous, full
Of answers. If you go inside,
You may not come out
The same person who went in.”
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Don’t go in. If you do
You know what will happen.
It’s like a pet store or a bakery—
Every single time you’ll come out of there
Holding something in your arms.
Those novels with their big eyes.
And those no-nonsense, all muscle
Greyhounds and Dobermans,
All non-fiction and business,
Cuddly when they’re young,
But then the first page is turned.
The doughnut scent of it all, knowledge,
The aroma of coffee being made
In all those books, something for everyone,
The deli offerings of civilization itself.
The library is the book of books,
Its concrete and wood and glass covers
Keeping within them the very big,
Very long story of everything.
The library is dangerous, full
Of answers. If you go inside,
You may not come out
The same person who went in.”
―
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