A romantic realistic Argentinean writer.
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
I wander among desks, numbing my life with work, and you storm in with your sexuality in your hands, wrapped up in romance and expectations, and you offer it to me, all at once or in installments of compulsory drama… Continue Reading
It’s not love but attachment as strong as dry blod on cloth. It’s not love but desire as recurrent as thirst in the tropics. It’s not love but a promise, that you want to seal magically, when there’s nothing preventing… Continue Reading
He was certain he would survive this time. He had died so many times before, but this time it just felt different. Probably because he didn’t want it anymore; he wanted to live eternally as written in some book he’d… Continue Reading