Here you have the rest of my collection. The LP's were in my life long before I was born. They (John - Paul - George - Ringo) were meant to be in my life at any cost, no matter what, anyways...
Gracias a la mano de Halley Ediciones de Buenos Aires, celebro la llegada de Gotero de un Témpano , mi primer poemario, que recopila una serie textos breves de mi cuenta de twitter. Siempre soñé con tener libros bajo mi nombre (cualquiera de los dos nombres). Imaginé que podría ser uno o dos cuentos cortos en una compilación junto con textos de otros autores, o en una especie de antología de poemas de mediano o largo aliento de los que tanto me gusta exhalar por los dedos. Confieso –entre risas—, jamás imaginé que el libro primogénito sería de tweets. Las vueltas que da la vida, graciosas las cosas de Dios, irónico que es el destino. Como sea que se ponga y como se vea, debí haber esperado algo inesperado de mí. Así, impredecible como el hielo del cual nadie espera sufrir una quemadura (Axé por eso). Desde el 2010, fecha en la que creé esa cuenta de microblogueo, acostumbro a soltar botellas con inmediateces mentales adentro; algunas hasta sin corcho de tanta impacienc...
“Ladies and gentlemen. We’re approaching Bangkok airspace. Please restore your trays into upward positions and fasten your seat belts. We’re beginning our descent in a few minutes.” Martin barely slept during the 12 hour flight; holding the suitcase with lots of money he decided to take from the restroom in his last airport stop, still with some adrenaline rushing through his body. He’s even been thrice to the bathroom in the plane to take a quick small peek at the thousand, or millions inside. He just opens it a little, closes it immediately and sits on the toilet to catch his breath. The character Frodo, or Bilbo from the Tolkien movie adaptations comes to his mind every time he feels the urge to go back to the bathroom to have just another innocent look. He recreates the events at the last boarding gate like another film. The first time he saw the suitcase, right ther...
[Untitled (for now)] [Reference: Crew 3] The crew of professional cat burglars (Mel, Leo, Chris, August and Nat), finally arrive at their secure location. Thanks to Nat the contortionist, who remained hidden in a very small compartment on the boat, they could escape Interpol upon arriving at the city docks. Simple. She snuck out unnoticed and freed them while the cops where distracted with formalities and paperwork, since they were not being closely guarded. They are now countries away from where they were captured. Now at the mansion there are lots of signs of struggle but not forced entry. Kathe is not home, as they presumed. They are all stressed, nervous and also scared for Kathe. Nothing makes sense so far. They are always cautions, disciplined, and truth worthy with one another. They have never failed a job, never had encounters with law enforcement officials and never had competitors in the field. Surely they have many competitors but among the commun...
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