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Félix Bruzzone is an Argentinian writer, borN in Buenos Aires, 1976. Bruzzone pursued literature studies at the University of Buenos Aires. Acknowledged by Clarín, Argentina’s largest newspaper, he was recognized as one of the decade’s ten most significant authors. His literary works delve into the Argentine military dictatorship spanning the 1970s and 1980s, focusing on […]
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On that day, she had returned home later than usual. A meeting that extended longer at the office, a coffee with a friend at El Martínez on Av. Corrientes, and an unexpected delay on the subway. All these events, all invented, gave her just the right amount of time she needed to explain her late […]
Alfredo Sanz, 58 is an engineer and works in a Telco. He was born in Buenos Aires but has lived in Rosario since 2006. He has a son and two daughters. He was passionate about writing from a young age but during the pandemic, Alfredo felt that writing became more of a necessity than a […]
Six olives contain as many calories as a small steak. Could that be right? She’d read it out of the corner of her eye in a magazine belonging to a woman in a faded ski sweater sitting next to her on the metro. It came from an article about common dietary myths featuring surprising graphics: […]
Mojito sniffs through the bars of the gate. He gets bored and comes back with muddy feet. I pet his fur. The color of tea with milk, Brenda says, as the dog licks my hands. She needs me to take care of him while she’s away. I’m hoping she’ll offer […]
The giant is starting to rot and Minerval still has no news from the man that’s dreaming it. The programmer must be sick, she thinks: if he were dead the forest would dissolve and then the rest of the dream would too, like the time that old man’s brain turned off with her inside it. […]
It was one of those wedding parties that was doomed to failure right from the start: too many deaf great-aunts, friends of the bride’s father who’d only come because they felt they had to and couldn’t wait to get away and children who did nothing but squabble and cry. On top of that, the caterer […]
The blinds are pulled down; the old couple who live opposite must be on holiday. Before, the old woman would come out every morning to water the plants on her balcony. The old man would stay inside; he needed a walker to get around. Some days a young girl in a blue jacket would come […]
One Sunday afternoon a family was digesting its midday meal and having a desultory debate about which of the many dishes they’d just put away was chiefly responsible for their present lethargy. From one corner of the living room, sitting in an armchair in front of the screenatron, grumpy old Uncle Misio had turned his […]
A moral romance The restaurant, which offered simple but excellent fare, was lit by a large artificial moon augmented by some weak recessed lighting in the walls. The owner oversaw proceedings from the till. At one table, oblivious to the comings and goings of the waiters and the other customers, a man and a […]
The autumn felt more like summer than the summer had. I was wearing my blue silk dress, and I had the little Pekinese they’d given me for my birthday when I arrived at my boyfriend’s house. I remember that day clearly. “Jealousy rules the world,” said Mrs. Yapura, thinking I didn’t want to marry Romirio […]
Thursday, July 6 I’m sitting down to write because I finally have something to tell you. The boy from the newsstand didn’t bring me the paper today. I went to complain. On the way there I had the idea to tell him to bring me a copy of every newspaper. How many are there? […]
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