I took some pride in saying that I didn’t give a fuck about Christmas. I really didn’t. But it was so much easier to say that when I was in Chile, surrounded by my people, my known world, the common everyday stuff. No surprises. No uncertainties -or no uncertain uncertainties, at least. It was easy…
Read moreHow deep do I have to fall so I hit the bottom so hard I bounce back up? How much do I have to fuck around for the Muse to finally come without me having to come first? How much pain should I inflict and damage should I take so I can call it a…
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There comes a time in every man’s life when he has to stand down. That time has come for me. The time when I look back at all I’ve written in the last few years and reflect. The time to stop. To wonder. To sigh with a sad smile drawn on my face, knowing what…
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Hay algo infinitamente fascinante acerca de mi historia amorosa, algo que me impide soltarla, dejarla ir y perderse en el vacío del tiempo, del pasado. Muchas coincidencias. Demasiadas. Y cuando todo parecía ser un juego de cartas tiradas al azar, y todas esas cartas estaban perfectamente alineadas para la jugada perfecta, ¿cómo perder el juego?…
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