enough to not publish anything. On the one hand laburo left me little time. On the other hand, had not really found anything cornered to post. Between this and a little bit of the other never made a real space to post anything cool.
When or how did this change?
The other day I went out with a couple of friends in a bar I met someone who I have not seen enough, a facu friend who had written a book that would present very little time. "28 days", the title, Diego Skliar, the author.
I decided to be part of its launch literiario and I took to buy one.
When I got home I was browsing, but the dream I won. The next day I woke up as the first thing I did was grab him and take a while to read it.
Finally, all short texts that has arrived at last. And I think it was a good end of the book. Can be a story may be true, can be a ramble, but I was intrigued and so I wanted to share.
woman in the window asked me where I worked, then answered: Did you see those mornings disoriented compass, when the shadow of the balconies project is that we know of dreams? There, at the very moment we feel our past antelope. Turning the mandala or when the birds are singing child not yet arrived. The eclipse of bodies that are sincere hugs or when the pumpkin is in bloom. Beach at sunset, when everyone went and the sea takes to swim naked. During the breakfast of toast or the squirrel that visits me from my confused little brain with a walnut and eats it slowly. In the early morning wake up when the sheet blank spot that I'm trying to say. Near the sun, where you can go barefoot and on tiptoe to heal subtleties. Did you see when you feel that has always existed? That's where I work.
She frowned at me. He said he had one line to complete. Then he asked if that was near the Central Office. I muted. Women scored unemployed.
Diego Skliar
In "28 Days"
