My fiction, my reality, my fiction.

                Pescando unicornios

                A los papas en el dia del padre

                La misma puerta

“The most important things are the hardest to say. They are the things you get ashamed of, because words diminish them -- words shrink things that seemed limitless when they were in your head to no more than living size when they're brought out. But it's more than that, isn't it? The most important things lie too close to wherever your secret heart is buried, like landmarks to a treasure your enemies would love to steal away. And you may make revelations that cost you dearly only to have people look at you in a funny way, not understanding what you've said at all, or why you thought it was so important that you almost cried while you were saying it. That's the worst, I think. When the secret stays locked within not for want of a teller but for want of an understanding ear.” Stephen King, Different Seasons

Otros varios.

De Mama.

Varias cosas juntadas a traves de años, algunas compartidas en forma voluntaria, otras recopiladas sin permiso. Tanto para los que tuvieron el gusto de tratarla, y para los que no, para conocerla mejor.

De Tio Hector

               Carta a Francisco I (el Papa)

De mi:

Pablo:     Entre funny y patetico, el hermano desaparecido.  (por el momento el link ha sido anulado)

A Papa: Legado

A Mama:  Baila

                 24 horas (a pedido de Tio Hector)


A mis sobrinos, Gabriela - David - Michael: