Imagine you are God
You were born in a marginalized neighborhood of Argentina’s capital and began performing miracles with a ball at the age of fifteen.
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The Life of a Clown
I hate clowns. As a child, the circus made me feel more pity than laughter, and I’ve always thought the best way to talk about it is from a place of tragedy. As Leandre Ribera said, we humans are a bit absurd, and the clown comes to tell us that often emotions have little to do with reason and logic. In real life, we think things over at least twice before doing them, but the clown does not: he reacts immediately to his emotions. Which ones? I don’t know; I would have to be a clown, and I’m not.
Deprived of Freedom
No longer is there hidden magic behind the moon; its eternal glow no longer accompanies my steps. Now I drive by day, and as soon as dusk approaches, it locks me in, and I feel deprived of freedom.
Forrest Gump’s Girlfriend
The good guys are good, the bad guys are bad, and the villains are…
Hollywood stories are not known for their narrative complexity when it comes to their characters. Maybe Forrest Gump’s girlfriend could be the exception, but…
It’s so well-known that even cartoons lack color, like Deadpool. Creating morally ambiguous characters, with whom the audience doesn’t feel completely comfortable, either loving or hating them, would be a rarity.
The Last Heartbeat
If only the darkness would stop calling me, in my last heartbeat, if only the edge of that voice wouldn’t cut me, perhaps I could move on with my life. But no, it’s always the same. It’s as if my feet were stuck to the floor and my arms were being pulled by hands coming out of the darkness.
This Woman Called Hannah
She used to contemplate the horizon for hours, alone on that small but comfortable bench, waiting to see the beautiful and eternal sunset. Perhaps this woman named Hannah could say.
Stories The Closet
One comes to memorize great stories without really remembering who told them. They are so memorable that, even if pieces, voices, and details are lost along the way, one knows that in the end, they will appear intact. It’s an exercise like any other, like picking your belly button until you fish out a speck. Whether the final version is true or not, let’s leave it to the biographers…
Confessions Of An Unknown
Sometimes I listen to people without knowing what they are saying. When I’m on the bus, in the cafeteria, or even in the bathroom, I can’t control myself: I create characters at my whim, manipulate their stories, their lives, and that’s why I’m here.
–My name is Marconi, and I am mentally divergent.
To Escape From The World
To escape from the world, I prepare my cigarette… I do it slowly, very fast, but very slow so that it doesn’t lose its load.
Osaka To Aracataca
Gabriel García Márquez vehemently insisted how important friends were in his life, so much so that in the prologue to Twelve Pilgrim Tales he recounts a dream in which he sees his friends gathered at his own funeral and concludes of death that “to die is to never be with friends again.” From Osaka to Aracataca is evidence of this.
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