Cuando Severo se levantó, se puso las manos en los bolsillos del piyama, y mirando a su hijo mayor dijo: "6", mirando a su mujer dijo: "20", mirando a Ignacio dijo: "23", con una voz tranquila y desde abajo, sin apurarse. A su hermana le dijo 16, a su hijo menor 28, a otros parientes les fue diciendo números casi siempre altos, hasta que a mi me ( Read more... )

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At last the crimson chord cascade ( Read more... )

There are only two things that when I do them, they don't make me feel I should be doing something else. Drawing and talking about absolutely nothing with very few people. One of them depends solely on me. It's about time I start doing something for myself.

A few minutes after darkness came down and my family exploted in a scene reminiscent of a Rhythm Tengoku stage (you know, the one with the fireworks)*, while humming a cute Leonard Cohen song to myself (Tower of Song! "I was born with the gift of a golden voice"), a thought came to me: what proof do I have of being human? I know, I know, this reeks ( Read more... )

It's four in the morning, the end of December. I'm writing you now just to see if you're better ( Read more... )

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A Comet Appears ( Read more... )

So. My cousin is going to die ( Read more... )

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