Memory Is A Mirror That Scandalously Lies.

Salt And The Center Of The World Have To Be There, In That Spot On The Tablecloth.

Skill Alone Cannot Teach Or Produce A Great Short Story, Which Condenses The Obsession Of The Creature; It Is A Hallucinatory Presence Manifest From The First Sentence To Fascinate The Reader, To Make Him Lose Contact With The Dull Reality That Surrounds Him, Submerging Him In Another That Is More Intense And Compelling.

After The Age Of 50 We Begin To Die Little By Little In The Deaths Of Others.

Memory Is A Mirror That Scandalously Lies.

Why Have We Had To Invent Eden, To Live Submerged In The Nostalgia Of A Lost Paradise, To Make Up Utopias, Propose A Future For Ourselves?