; there was the time I stood outside; it had snowed the night before; a sound in the distance could have been voices; it could have been something else; it could have been machinery; it could have been just in my head; I wanted the sound to be something else:Â waves...
I arrived in Civitella with a precise target in my mind: to work on a sort of memoir about my experience as a moviegoer. During the first two weeks I was focuse just on that, following the precise schedule Iplanned when I was still at home. Then something happened. I...
(Buenos Aires, Bajo la luna, 2009) XI. ¿El amor será al cuerpolo que la contemplación al alma?¿Ese sosiego?¿Esa intuición   del todo en el instante?¿Ese relámpago en el quelo real se revelaacorde con su eco?¿La suspensión fugazque presiente todo,y todo lo...
