José 1

Hace 7 años vivía en Valencia y, en la tranquilidad de mi barrio, se oía potente la voz de una señora que gritaba ¡José! Soy una persona curiosa y me interesé por ella, pero era obvio que atenciones no le faltaban, así que me relajé. Bueno, o eso intenté, porque la duda me seguía carcomiendo… así que decidí escribir la historia de la señora, no una sino varias veces, porque esa señora había pasado por mucho y todo lo que yo pudiera imaginar o inventar, no iba a ser suficiente.

Este es el primero de tres pequeños relatos sobre aquella mujer. Texto en PDF.

Captura de pantalla 2013-10-19 a las 14.45.50

Foto © Miriam Eguren Duralde, a quien agradezco que me la haya prestado para ilustrar mis relatos.

Picture © Miriam Eguren Duralde, to whom I’m very thankful for letting me use her shot to feature with my stories.

I was living in Valencia 7 years ago and, in the quiet of my neighborhood sounded the powerful voice of a woman who shouted ¡José!  I am very curious and I showed interest for her, but it was so obvious that she had someone who cared for her that I cooled down. Well, at least I tried, I still needed to know what had happened… so I decided to write this woman’s story, not only once but several times, because it was clear to me that she had gone through a lot, and anything I could imagine or figure out wouldn’t be enough.

This is the first one of three short stories about that woman. Text in PDF.

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