It ain’t whatcha write, It’s the way atcha write it.” – Jack Kerouac
It’s true, I could write anything I want here. I could tell you about short-sighted kids who suddenly discover they have the ability to walk on walls of fly on brooms. But then it would be only fiction. The only… Continue Reading
“Mr., are you not cold?”, said a woman in Polish to Agustin while he stood barefoot in the chilliness of November, outside his hostel. He didn’t understand Polish, but he was too lost in his own thoughts to pay attention… Continue Reading
Tomasz used to spend whole periods at the school library. He and other three students were somewhat surveilled by a free teacher for forty five minutes after going to the break and then back to their lessons. He wasn’t an… Continue Reading
Justice had never been an option for her, but something that simply needed to be done. She hadn’t seen him for a long time, but her claim wasn’t time-barred. There was no statute of limitations for the kind of crime… Continue Reading
He was pure enthusiasm. They’d met by chance, and by chance I mean this drunk god who gives us the things we want the most when we least expect them. She was everything and something else. The rest of his… Continue Reading
I’m just another uninformed Argentinean giving his opinion on the country’s economy. But who isn’t? I’ve read Marx, Stiglitz and watched economists all around the world trying to explain the reasons behind Argentina’s poor economic performance. The world unanimously agrees… Continue Reading
Joshua the dreamer Every time she left the only thing he could do was to lie down in bed and pretend to sleep. Sometimes he dozed off, but mainly he just tried to summon her out of the fumes of… Continue Reading
A real fact. In the years 1806 and 1807, the English army tried to conquer Buenos Aires and Montevideo, which were Spanish colonies, but which were defended by a militia, because Spain had enough of trouble with Napoleon to send… Continue Reading
These eyes of mine, they see what they want: You’re a piece of meat with a ring on it, I’m just a kid who knows not how to behave around people, around us there’s the world revolving around its stupidity,… Continue Reading
I take thee in lust and loss, anger and fear, punches and wall, domestic war and peace, quiet room and torrid lake, salt and tower of hopes, to row an iron boat and bridge our differences, in stubborness and hearts… Continue Reading