I listen to other peoples’ stories and imperceptibly they become mine. It is as if I were compiling an encyclopedia of stories. I settle into a seat at the corner café, open a newspaper or begin a conversation with a stranger and their stories – whether I want them to or not – become a…
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Dear Kevin,
on your reflections upon ´stories´ let me tell you that ever since I got into story telling I more and more confirmed that we are the stories we live, here´s something I selected for my last performance, written by somebody I admire, respect and
love reading – E. Galeano –
it goes something like this:
Un hombre de las viñas hablo, en agonía, al oído de Marcela. Antes de morir, le revelo su secreto:
– La uva – le susurro – esta hecha de vino.
Marcela Pérez-Silva e lo contó, y yo pensé:
Si la uva esta hecha de vino, quizá nosotros somos las palabras que cuentan lo que somos.
as usual, my pleasure reading your column,
have an excellent week,
super hug,