Have a good (or bad) time reading ... with some of my little literary offshoots.
Sometimes a story comes out of a song. And that's how this one arrived, many years ago ... I invite you to click play and read The whistle of the blades of the mills hid a song. Composer Kerry Livgren knew it and waited patiently to be able to pull off his guitar ...
I no longer harbor hope. I have deepened within me, to the antipodes of my thought, my soul or whatever my skin covers. But I am not standing in a vacuum. Beneath me an ocean stretches, as immense as it is unbearably calm and dark. I have writings ...
I discreetly studied the movements of hundreds of potential actors and actresses who roamed the subway, until my camera stopped on her. Elegant and sophisticated. I called her Brenda Wilson, and I gave her the lead role in the movie I wanted to do. Brenda thoughtful on the platform, sitting ...
It all started with the first Superman movie. I saw her on a Saturday night in the town square, when I was a child and she still took the cinema outdoors. Thanks to the great superhero, I began to dream of becoming an actor. I asked my mother to buy me ...
__I have already told you that I cannot talk about the future. I did not come for that, father. What I do assure you is that tomorrow, as we imagine it, will become that longed-for utopia. __Come one please. Tell me more about the future. Anyway, I never ...
On the back of his horse, an inquisitor looked at me incredulously. I've seen his face somewhere else. I've always memorized people's faces. Of course, if I even differentiate my head of cattle one by one. But right now it's hard for me to remember, I'm blocked by ...
PUBLISHED IN THE ANTHOLOGY "STORIES FOR THE NUMBER HUNDRED" BY MIRA EDITORES Devotion, yes. There is no better word to define what Santiago felt about his porcelain dolls. The old attic was the hidden place where Santiago kept his precious figures, and there he also spent the hours ...