Periodicos viejos por todas partes periodista de noticias viejas.. Los ojos tristes de Ruth no se han visto en lustros y la sombra de Everardo parece dispersa entre las notas del café.

Sentado frente al palacio de gobierno, a las barbadas de cotorras que compiten con el murmullo de la gente. Quisiera poder decir que me parece familiar, pero no lo es en mi pueblo.En mi tierra, las tardes

Letter to Veronica, the Choir Girl In my teens, I saw it all, from a drunken father who told the best stories to some who clearly chose the wrong profession. More than one should have been a philosopher

Time heals all wounds, they say. I think that falls short. When we were in high school, I followed you everywhere; I felt like I couldn't live without you. Maybe it was just the way things were back then.

Insomnio I couldn't sleep last night. The room was dark, and the fan was on low so as not to disturb the mosquitoes. And I couldn't sleep. It wasn't the heat, it wasn't that I was hungry, it was just that

If I had the option to travel to the future or the past, I would first analyze the theory behind that journey. If the theory states that by traveling to the past I can change things in the present, the

I remember that during my teenage years, entertainment was more limited than it is now. If we were lucky or had the budget, we could go to the movies once a month. We'd talk about the movies over and over