During the last year, I’ve kept you updated about the status of my next novel Vandella: Resilience. My intention was to publish the book earlier this year. However, as I mentioned in my previous posts, I’d to put aside the manuscript for several months to take care of my mother through her health issues. She […]
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Countdown to the End
What would you think if there was an app on your phone which could you inform you when you will die? Would you download it? Until now, the ability to divine the future and determine the time of our deaths has been an ability regarded only by mystics, witches, or charlatans. But what if dying […]
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The other day, my phone rang early in the morning, earlier than usual. When I answered the call, it was my childhood best friend, and I immediately knew there was something wrong. “Your mother was rushed to the hospital,” he informed with a saddened voice, and without asking what had happened, the only words I […]
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My grandfather once had the strangest of dreams. He found himself walking the cobblestone streets of a town at twilight. The habitants emerged from every door, corner, and alley in total silence, carrying oil lanterns ahead of them to guide their steps. The gloomy streets quickly populated with feeble lights. Hundreds. Thousands. The crowd gathered […]
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On this day, seven years ago, I received a phone call I would never forget. I remember I was working. I was inside my car, getting ready to visit a client, when I received a call in my cellphone. It was my mother. “Please, come quickly to the hospital,” she said with distressed voice and […]
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“Death is not the end,” my grandmother said to me, while watering the flowers of her garden. “And what follows?” I asked naively when I was nine. And my grandmother proceeded to tell me an old story. A legend of her people. According to Guarani beliefs, after dying, the soul detaches from the body and […]
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That afternoon, I felt like I needed a breath of fresh air, a breath away from the sometimes, suffocating city. I departed in search of a patch of green, stranded among a sea of concrete. When I trespassed to the oasis, the softness of the grass on my soles and the cold whisper of the […]
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“Since immemorial times the man has been aware of uncanny forces that surround him,” the presenter addressed the public cramming the theatre. “Forces imperceptible to the naked eye, but that nobody dares to refuse their existence—Magic!”—said raising his hand scenically—“It’s an honor for me to introduce to you the person whose name it’s synonymous of […]
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He woke up sweat soaked. With the bone-chilling sensation of little fingers tighten around his throat. Mary, his girlfriend, slept placidly beside him. He cleared his throat and came out of bed straight to the bathroom. The man in the mirror was haggard and not even the cold stream of water could refresh it. He […]
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In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was a color—red. Red represents life and death, both united in the same space, a drop of blood, enough to create a new life, enough to bring death and pain as soon as we realize we are not immortals.
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