Category: Fiction

There’s a man who writes just beginnings. Small texts for great novels. Each story flows from a concise point, exact in all its narrative geographies, to materialize further ahead; in a novel, a play, a photograph, a pain or just in silence.

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There had to be a way to fit me into the clock of your life. You had appeared behind the sandwich cart, in the belly of the steel bird, the day I went to Madrid […]

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Hope is a tree with wind. Without waking, I think of us. Outside the sun paints the branches that the trees already lay down in spring green. March is there – between crises and colds, […]