I recycled today this issue of Revista Iberoamericana because you can see it all online. It is thirty years old. When it came out I knew so many people in it, and I think it is a good issue generally, so it was hard not to keep as a memento of myself, things I read then, who I was then. Sitting on the shelf, of course, it was hard to recognize, so it is gone — but its energies remain.
Axé.