Xavier Carbonell

Cuba, 1995. Novelist. Reader of Mœbius, Hugo Pratt, and the Corpus Hermeticum. He writes exclusively about useless disciplines: alchemy, dowsing, Freemasonry, esotericism, fiction. If he were an animal, he would be the rabbi's cat. He lives in Salamanca, a city that forces him to smoke cigars with the windows closed. Like Cortázar, he likes misunderstandings to have a certain order.

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