Sorry for the interruption! I'm not on the guest list. Please allow me to say a few words.
Family and friends, I need to ask you in this sublime moment to try to put aside those circumstances of yesterday that marked the path of our bifurcated lives. I beg you to listen with devotion and human understanding to these phrases that, inevitably and hastily... in gushes!, flow from my sorrowful father's heart. From this father who attends the wedding of his forever idolized son without invitation.
It is impossible to know precisely if the improbable situation that Hortensia del Perpetuo Socorro Sánchez García experienced in Santafé during that forced vacation period would have been the same or at least similar in any other part of the world. As it happened to her that time where her overwhelmed mind and 'tired steps of fighting for nothing' took her, how in private she reproached herself and lashed out at her soul.
Smiling and sipping a coffee, with a sweet, almost childish gaze and that jovial, authentic posture that we know him from his program El Rollo de Fili, there was the illustrious countryman who during his forty years of work photographed and showed us the other Colombia with its history, geography, culture and countless peoples and characters such as Gabriel García Márquez, Fanny Mike, Plinio Apuleyo Mendoza, Obregón, Botero, Shakira, Salvo Basilie, Gloria Valencia de Castaño, presidents, politicians, businessmen... also, Donald Trump and many others that were on the cover of some of the magazines with the largest national circulation or that are part of his seven published books, apart from those that are in the process of being published and disseminated.
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...
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.
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.
