Marianela Buenos Aires: the last bad novella

Marianela runs through the afternoons of cookies and sunshine, and she runs away, running away, yellow, wrinkled, a little girl.

In both Colegiales and Remedios de Escalada, on the cold days of July, June, and August, she runs and doesn't know why: what happened to my little country at the end of the world? Why did they kill it?

They hated it.

I couldn't tell you if such afternoons still exist.

I couldn't tell you why all my people were murdered. And for whom does the sun shine on those corners now? In both Colegiales and Remedios de Escalada.

Marianela stopped running now, I think, she went to the heaven of the yellow daughters of Buenos Aires.

What happened to my little country at the end of the world? Why did they kill it?

They hated it.

The streets of Videla 1976

 

Beyond the Realms of Death

"That is not dead which can eternal lie, / And with strange aeons even death may die."

(Abdul Alhazred)

So, withered and haggard traveler, where did I see you that afternoon? In the subterranean depths of existence lie both time and space, this terrestrial sequence being the cubicle of the bodily cubicle of all flesh itself always never after.

Beyond the camps of death will we find each other?

Once Upon a Time..

"What kind of rich person is he who does not carry together and in a single fist the psyche and the heartbeat of his people?"

(Miguel Abuelo)

Have you seen these men?

Waldorf Mantecon and Jack Albisbeascoechea.

Wanted dead or alive for criminal offenses in 37 states, reward $20,000 per head.

If you see them call 911 / 1-800-CALL-FBI.