For a proper romantic interview there needs to be haggis for dinner, where our urges are like primates that rush to the rhythm of some blues. The sadness of the water will culminate the night, while we walk accross the… Continue Reading
Inspired by random words … … Would you risk yourself for a beer from a fridge in Malibu? Or are you too hooked to newspaper news while you cushion your absence with postcards? There are no candles nor menus in… Continue Reading
I suspect a timely smile from you may add to these verses, as a precise frown may collapse them, I suspect your impassive look may be the tenderest thing I’ll ever see, and it’s vain to praise your features, when… Continue Reading
Chapter Two: Here comes the monster “The little big monster” was how uncle Gary had baptized Tobias, maybe because the little kid insisted obstinately in calling him “uncle gay” because his little ear, used to the sound of Spanish, was… Continue Reading
At a table in a small cafe in Paris sat Marcio Aguirre smoking a cigar. Continue Reading
She’d never had such a feeling before. It was a mix of melancholia and resignation. She felt that her relationship was going nowhere; although everything was well between her and her boyfriend. She felt attracted to him, physically and spiritually,… Continue Reading
Yes, I know, I know, who cares about Argentina? Who cares about petty stories full of sociohistorical drama and nostalgic memories? But please bare with me because I don’t know where to start from, so I should start from the… Continue Reading
I can never remember my dreams. It’s one of my biggest regrets. They are so vivid and so imaginative that, we I able to recall them at will, I’m sure I’d be a better writer. When I was a kid,… Continue Reading
Empires fall from within, and every single revolution started in someone’s head. But what about the rebellion against myself and the way my dictatorship hinders my freedom. If I depose myself and start anew dictating the rules of the game,… Continue Reading
For a moment, while I read through my thoughts I vacation to the remotest confines of the unexpected, and I need no trekking boots to explore the limits of the impossible, and in the gloomiest place at the gloomiest hour… Continue Reading