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Paris Sevilla

magazine edited in paris by vincent moustache 2017

chapter i


had always suspected the geographical authorities did not know what they were talking about when they located the battlefield of Munda in the county of the Bastuli-Poeni, close to the modern Monda, some two leagues north of Marbella.

According to my own surmise, founded on the text of the anonymous author of the Bellum Hispaniense, and on certain information culled from the excellent library owned by the Duke of Ossuna, I believed the site of the memorable struggle in which Caesar played double or quits, once and for all, with the champions of the Republic, should be sought in the neighbourhood of Montilla.

Happening to be in Andalusia during the autumn of 1830, I made a...






"I'm a bridge which cross 60 rivers" written by Jose Luís Borges in a unpublished poem. Looks like the Argentinian writer knew that secret nation full of impossible bridges that connect cities with thousands of kilometers of distances with different tones and flowing. In his short visit to the Andalusian capital in 1984, he ask to go to the Isabel II bridge. He wanted to visit again those places he visited in Sevilla during the 20's. It is said that that he was standing in the middle of the construction listening the sounds from the city at booth sides of the bridge.

The viaduct, popularly known as Puente de Triana, connect the downtown of Sevilla with Barrio de Triana. It was designed by the French engineers Gustave Steinacher and Ferdinand Bernadet, that copied the Pont du Carrousel from Paris, this designed by Antoine-Rémy Polonceau to connect the 1th and 7th districts over the Seine, which gives access to the Louvre Museum from the left side. In 1930, the original French bridge was destroyed and substituted, leaving the most exactly copy in Sevilla.

Looks like Borges was looking for that exactly place where the coordinates temporary-space get lost, that water swirl turn the Guadalquivir in the Seine, where the voices from the Triana market are mixed with the children's cries at the Quai des Tuileries, that exactly point where the tourist's wishes in the fluvial cruises turn in remembers after pass some arc of the bridges.





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