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
(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
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
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
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
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
