It happened to me when I arrived in the capital, in the Quiroga neighborhood. I was 11 years old. My aunt Cecilia sent me to buy bread on the corner, less than two blocks from the house. My cousin Álvaro, a little older than me, liked to run errands because the landlady always gave him a bandage.
The Older Man (HME), twice as old as his Young Virtual Friend (JAV), talked to anyone else about those issues... or, perhaps, no one stopped balls at him! —I don't even treat them with the members of my family, always busy, therefore, without time to cross words, except for one or another favor... which I do quickly and as best as possible to return to my writing desk —HME snorted on the other side of the cell phone
Once again this Colombian novelist surprises with a new published work, in addition to the surprise deliveries of his novels around the world, to which we are accustomed and evidenced in: 'A novel for each school', a plausible initiative that I hope others will imitate. or support it. This time the turn was for 'Saved Stories'. Subcontinental social fiction novel that uncovers, using the brush of literary transfiguration, figure of its creation, the political, social, cultural and economic life of an entire country, today, any on the face of the terrestrial globe, every day more boiling and 'infected with social nostalgia', as this author often cites.
There is something I want to complement, brother, before starting with mine. It is in relation to what you said in one of your previous stories. Not only time is, today, our greatest and most expensive asset. Perhaps just as valuable, perhaps more, are our experiences. As well as the infinity of contributions that we have made in silence to this beautiful country... and in the tumultuous time when we did it: the last quarter of the 20th century and the first decade of the 21st.
Berenice, a happy woman
Colombian writer Wilson Rogelio Enciso , a columnist for Revista Latina NC , gave us an award to give the scoop on the publication and international launch of his eighth work, seventh novel: 'Berenice, a happy...
Every day at 6:40 am they meet in the same place, without fail! After kissing and hugging each other with undisguised passion and passionate love, they sit on the matchless hard cement bench under the concupiscent shade of a proud and old pine tree that guards, no one knows since when, that small popular neighborhood park.
Only one condition Ester Julia imposed on Efrén Sepúlveda to forgive him and accept the new marriage proposal after those sixty years of absence!, since when he left her standing at the door of the town church...
At the end of the event that the young poet managed and carried out, the three agreed to go to dinner, as a farewell before leaving for their places of origin. Until the meeting they were only virtual friends. This, thanks to the magic of the networks and the mutual taste for letters that, after a few years, finally brought them together during the execution of that quixotic literary industry.
There was no room for happiness, or emotion!, to be in that magical place. I thought I would never fulfill such a chimera. I had it in my mind since I was a teenager when a classmate told me...
The legend of the Aeroamigos 52-22 began on that Monday, March 27, 1978, when they first set foot in the entrance of their beloved and unforgettable alma mater: ESUFA. In that memorable time, each one of them arrived with fundamentally similar needs and hopes, as a result of the complex socioeconomic situation that equally affected them.
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