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Mi Alter ego y Yo somos 3 – Toma 2

A black hole in Montparnasse

Frustrated, the lonely painter arranged his papers, faced his unfinished canvas and, caught in a devilish frenzy, set the shabby studio on fire. Ultimately, drunk, he committed suicide. His wife -once upon a better time, a model who fell for another and filed for divorce- … Read more

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Midas’ Sofa

He had the Midas Touch; a disgruntled taste for love and glory equaled only by a disproportionate ego who lived in the shadows of his ever-mutant cyclothymic alter-ego. Some days, I used to say he was a friend of mine; others, just an acquaintance. Despotic, … Read more

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Stranded in the Sonoran Desert

(continued… From the Slums of Bombay) A few weeks later, we welcomed the summer, a period of thong-sandals, mosquitoes and flies. Packed inside two heavy duty bands, like Norwegian sardines about to lose their wits in refried olive oil, we reached the poshy outskirts of … Read more

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From the Slums of Bombay

The prophet arrived and to break the ice, he briefly yapped to the void like a parrot heavenly perched into his penetrating Hindu accent. With a bit of saliva popping through his two front teeth, silently, he offered us nothing but his notorious candid smile. … Read more

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A handicapped life

My wife lives condemned to a wheelchair. Something recent, an unexpected icing on the cake to her experience down here on Planet Earth among us. Aggressive peripheral neuropathy in her legs, due to a severe case of diabetes, is keeping her there, very much against … Read more

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Bulimia

And I loved her. With my gruesome limits and my laughable limitations, I used to sing to her a convoluted medley of Paul McCartney songs. At home, her mom fed her tons of tunes from Sinatra and The Carpenters, while showing off a particular snapshot … Read more

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Spiritual Retreat

Out of town. Way out in the so called wilderness: A bucolic setting. Mother nature showing off her splendorous beauty with a cascade of trees, flowers, fields, rivers. Mountains framing the complete isolation imposed by the rules of the game. Nine days in total silence. … Read more

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The Jerk, on and off

Consumed by the mystery of life, I face the intrigue of death. This existence of ours seems to be based on little more than mundane intrigues. Death remains the fundamental mystery, the one and only common denominator for us all. Rich, poor; up, down; in, … Read more

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The Creative Monster

The dude was a creative monster. No doubt about it. But the days when he was not creative, he was just a monster… a pathetic human being full of idiotic tics, invaded by viruses, psychological defeats, victim of intellectual thefts, philias and phobias, accustomed to … Read more

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The New Gladiators

The New Gladiators are the perfect vehicle to sell Nike or Adidas. Gold, silver or bronze. They march with a certain solemnity into the rectangularity of the football pitch while The Lions roar and The Saints pray. The moving billboard puppets excite The Buccaneers so … Read more

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