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Erections, Ejaculations, Exhibitions
Crude phrases, but loaded with sincerity, accompany Bukowski’s thought and writing. As he said, “I like broken minds”—surely his was one of them. His texts are certainly anecdotal and autobiographical. The structure proposes…
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Cavernous Breathing
What is my name? is a short story inspired by Cavernous Breathing by Samanta Schweblin that begins by placing us on a street looking toward a window where a mother asks a question,…
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Real Women Have Curves
Eduardo Galeano offers us through his prose and stories mental images of real women—those who could have been, who are, and who walk toward where they want to be. Through his book Women,…
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The Last Heartbeat
If only the darkness would stop calling me, in my last heartbeat. If only the edge of that voice didn’t cut me, perhaps I could move forward in my life. But no, it’s…
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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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The Diary of a Young Girl
Can a thirteen-year-old girl turn her worst nightmare into the most powerful voice against oblivion? Anne Frank didn’t just survive in the pages of her diary: she conquered eternity by writing letters to…
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Call Me Ishmael, Moby Dick
I found no better way to begin a text about a white whale that travels the oceans and surprises friends and strangers every time it emerges to the surface. The ideal title, which…
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A Poet
What happens when talent isn’t enough, when dreams rust, and the art that once defined you becomes your personal ghost? SimĂłn Mesa Soto delivers a film that hurts precisely because it doesn’t lie: “A…
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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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I Am the Bad Girl of the Story
Today you’re going to walk with me while I tell you about the confusion between pain and joy that MARĂŤA EMILIA CORNEJO produces in me, “the bad girl of the story.” I pass…













