Huellas
A Diego, quien me dio la idea Está lejos de la parte más concurrida de la playa y, como de costumbre, mientras camina, mira las huellas de los bañistas en…
Literature /literatura
Fiction /ficciĂłn
The Garden of Fire
Translated by Rhonda Dahl Buchanan It smells of smoke and its pleasure has no bounds, as if it were the perfume of a rare flower, new to his garden, obtained…
Plaza de las alegrĂas
A Pita y Estela Iba de prisa y sus senos, mallugados por tantas manos anĂłnimas, ahora oscilaban de arriba abajo golpeando su pecho. La casa donde trabajaba no estaba tan…
What Happened to Thelma
Thelma did not have one single vice, Gilda insisted. Not one. Thelma did not smoke, she did not chew her nails, she did not gossip, and no doubt she’d only…
It all Started with an S
This is why I didn’t bring her back. The air in the room was tepid like a glass of red wine. I started to soak in her breath. Before we…
OĂd, Adán es sal
La profunda religiosidad de mi madre viuda (comuniĂłn diaria, vĂa crucis, padrenuestroqueestásenloscielos, santosantosantodiosinmortal...) nos impedĂa abrirnos y mostrar en el hondĂłn de nuestro ser cĂłmo Nietzsche habĂa triturado, pulverizado, aniquilado…
