The Script
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Withdrawal Symptoms
A moment after you left. Anxiety. Night. A light bulb—civilization’s crowning achievement—behind the door. This memory of you that barely grazes the edge of my skin vanishes. Light that serves to chase away…
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Today We Are Princesses, Not Whores
“Fill it with milk,” say the princesses who want to be whores. This article begins, loaded with emotions and strong thoughts through words that, seen in a colloquial context, are vulgar, but are…
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To Escape the World
To escape the world. I prepare my cigarette… I do it slowly, very fast, but very slow so it doesn’t lose its charge. I check its charge well—that everything’s fine—that its seeds don’t…
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Every Villain Has Their Hero
This is a story that has nothing to do with superheroes. As I’ve written before, Pueblo Villano starts from the idea that every villain has their hero, but who is the villain? And…
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The Closet
One learns great stories by heart without really remembering who told them. They’re so memorable that even if pieces, voices, and details are lost along the way, one knows they’ll appear intact in…
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Silence Is a Mistake
They have absolutely nothing—they are two strangers sheltered by mistake in the same box of workplace deaf people. She despairs with her hands, never assumes a posture of silence. On the contrary, she…
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Erotic Novels Are More Than 50 Shades of Grey
I consider it worth beginning this little story with a simple statement: not all erotic novels are for all types of people. And reading 50 Shades of Grey—“The clichĂ© of erotic novels”—is just…
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Villain Women
The villainesses have arrived at the town… or rather, the villain women. Without a doubt, this world wouldn’t be the same without women, and of course this town wouldn’t be the same without…
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Forrest Gump’s Girlfriend
The good are good, the bad are bad, and the villains are… Hollywood stories aren’t famous for handling narrative complexity in their characters. Perhaps Forrest Gump’s girlfriend could be the exception, but… It’s…
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I Have Lied to You
It’s been a long time since I watched someone read a letter, and even less on a bus. Maybe they’ve lied to her, but I think I felt a sensation of joy for…
