A LITTLE TIME AGO CAROLINA learned to read. Now, Carolina collects words. Words and mosquitoes. His favorites are the esdrújulas without fuss. As for mosquitoes, he doesn't know yet, since he hasn't caught one yet...
In the end, I decided to enter the Coffee House. Second floor of Metrocentro. I waited for a lady who was completely unknown. I positioned myself in front of the glass walls of said premises, through which I watched people pass by. Businesses along the corridor waited for their customers, while the crowd moved in different directions. He was adrift, turned into half man and half cell, there was no middle ground.
Traveling to the sea on a Tuesday is something strange, of course it is not normal. But that happened. We decided to venture to the beaches of Poneloya, to be more precise, to the mouth. The intense heat of Holy Week forced us and we all somehow agreed. And we set sail.
«You can go in peace!», finally said the priest Jesús, saying goodbye to the parishioners. The Nuevo Rosario church returned to its former condition of silence, sandalwood incense and darkness.
The priest Jesús had been practicing the priesthood for five years and he spent his last years as a seminarian abroad. Upon finishing his religious studies, he asked his superiors to transfer him to his town, where a priest was needed to pray for the souls of the living and the dead.
If only this library could speak and tell all the mysterious events that have occurred in it, in its wide and twisted corridors, in the book shelves, where on many occasions it was reflected on the floor, the shadow of someone who was not there. Or the tables and chairs deliberately arranged in a cross, without anyone being able to provide an explanation of what happened.
Last Wednesday, August 27 of this year, the Consulate General of Mexico in Raleigh became the scene of a unique and emotional event directed by the Consul General of Mexico, Claudia Velasco Osorio: the presentation of the book "El Arte. Espejo de an Immigrant. Story of Cornelio Campos", written by María del Refugio Sandoval Olivas, affectionately known as Cuquis Sandoval. This book combines the richness of the narrative with the chronicle of a life marked by migration and a passion for art.
