miércoles, 24 de febrero de 2016

"Primera obra literaria sobre el deporte del BODYBOARDING"


 
Publicada en el 2016 . Primera obra de ficción donde se toca el tema de la aventura y la exploración en el deporte del bodyboard.

 "EL QUE BUSCA ENCUENTRA"

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 RELEASED ON FEB-24-2016.  FIRST FICTION NOVEL ABOUT BODYBOARDERS AND THEIR WAVE RIDDING EXPLORATIONS.

SEEK AND YOU SHOULD FIND
 
 

viernes, 26 de junio de 2015

Yo me atreví a serlo

Micro cuento
A veces me da coraje decir quién soy, y total…me trato muy bien. Me preparo siempre muy buenas comidas, intento acercarme al arte lo más posible y, cada vez que la naturaleza me lo permite, tengo mucha compasión por los demás.

jueves, 23 de octubre de 2014

domingo, 23 de febrero de 2014

MY DAY

SHORT STORY
   Although I never thought about shaving that newly brewed little mustache I had, I knew I had to go in there. I had seen them on magazines.

domingo, 18 de agosto de 2013

Him...he could...!

Fiction-Drama

 
     He couldn’t contain himself; he walked from aft to stern again and again inside his dark cabin. Then, he sat in front of his old folding table. He just stood there for a while, gazing at the nice kindled lamp as the fire danced once more for him. He just wondered in thoughts, and as a revelation ended up thinking he was some kind of mythological being.



martes, 13 de agosto de 2013

TATIANA'S LAST GLASS

Fiction-Drama
  I was waiting for my fiancé during that time. That cupid boyfriend that I have, stopped to chat with a girl at the end of the bar and I, while expecting him, simply thought about my character’s role as I stood on stage that night. I looked very unhappy, I’ll accept that. But it was the only feeling that I had inside that place, at that time. They took the picture precisely when I started to sip on the wine that glamorized my glass. Those traitors… I'll keep telling you what happened there.

lunes, 15 de abril de 2013

THE EVE

A SURFER'S SHORT STORY

It was a windy and cloudy morning. All of the sky was painted with gray stretching clouds that seemed to reach the oblivion of the world. A new West-North-West swell was filling in.
 
Waves were on their way to hit the north and west coast. I could see and smell the saltpeter that poured out of the roaring ocean before I arrived to the San Juan city area. A big isle surrounded by water where the old Spanish castle still stands. I was also in the need of some gas money for sure.