As I write ...

As a budding writer, apprentice or latent storyteller waiting for something to tell, I have always wanted to ask some authors in their presentations their motives, their inspiration for writing. But when the line advances and you find them with their fountain pens and they ask you that of ¿Para…

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Lost generation

We were wrong. What are you going to do. But we did it on purpose. They called us the lost generation because we never wanted to win. We agree to lose even before we have played. We were defeatists, fatalists; we fell into the easy descensus averni Of all the vices we spend our lives on We never got old or decadent, we were always so alive… and so dead.

We only talked about today because it was what we had left, a whole immense today of youth, vitality and banished dreams, exhausted, extirpated with drug surgery. Today was another day to burn in the rapid burning of life. Your life, my life, it was just a matter of time to burn like sheets of a frenzied calendar.

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Story within another story

An endless loop. A beautiful decorative motif for the patio of what was a synagogue, resurrected centuries later as a rural house, called: «Virila's dream».

Endless Lasso from Virila's Dream 1

When I decided on the name of my novel: «El sueño del santo», I was curious to find this coincidence on the internet. The whole for the part, a synecdoche to speak of the same character, Saint Virila, and his dream towards a mystical experience, a kind of rehearsal for eternity.

At the presentation of the novel in Sos del Rey Católico, I chatted with Farnés, the person in charge, together with Javier, of rehabilitating the old synagogue and filling those centuries-old intramural walls with passing souls who can stay and enjoy the beautiful town of Sos del Rey Católico.

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