Leí el texto, sin pretextos, tratando de aclarar la luz y sin pegarme demasiadas bofetadas entre puntos, comas y exclamaciones. Por más que yo, pretencioso, tratase a mi obra de teatro sobre el sino y el destino de joya, mi audiencia de dos respondió con … Read more
Estaba claro, venían a por mí. Alterio y la estricnina de la 3, al unísono, me querían partir la cara. A & 3: –Métete el teatro por… Si fuese cine, todavía; así tendríamos opción a sacar la cara y ganar el Oscar. Tratándome de idiota, … Read more
Beligerante, dispuesto a partirle a mis dos secuaces el trasero en cuatro cachos, ni El Escorial, ni Conde Peñalver, ni la Playa en Castellón. Consciente de que Alter andaba por ahí, fuera, la 3 quiso imponer, pedante, su premisa primera, primordial, capitalina. Yo, tragándome el … Read more
Por fin, dado el fervor y la aplastante demanda popular, decidí hacer caso y no, heroico, no me quedé el día entero sentado en la taza. Después de abreviar la tarea chocolatera, armado de valor –que como chocolate no vale mucho– salí valeroso a hacerle … Read more
A duras penas, me desperté. Eché un ojo avizor a volar y me topé de bruces con el cuadro, un autorretrato mustio que había plantado en la pared de enfrente la noche anterior. Por hábito, animé al pie derecho a echarse a tierra y tomar … Read more
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
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
(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
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
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