The carpet of culture (2018)

In the first editions of Culturgal there was no carpet. Under the feet of the visitors was the cement of the palace and this perspective of horizontality and lack of posturing, that Galician perspective that cement is the solution to so many of the country’s problems, had unexpected consequences: it lowered the temperature of the atmosphere. Cement is like that: it removes water from the roads, but it is not very comfortable indoors.

Return to Revolver

É verdade: Apple Corps espreme o catálogo de The Beatles ata un nivel que, por veces, parece excesivo. Novas mesturas cada catro anos e estas edicións obrigadas a descubrir algo novidoso na discografía máis coñecida do planeta. Pero hai unha máxima que veu funcionando até o de agora: na música popular The Beatles son o canon e quedaron sos no seu nivel. A pregunta ben pode ser cantos grupos na historia soportarían este grao de atención? Agora toca Revolver que probablemente é o disco máis sorprendente do cuarteto.

No one will be saved

As the song goes on, the questions rise as another form of affirmation. After a health crisis will come another economic crisis and the merciful Manichaeism of capital will disappear from the horizon of explanations. And the relative mercy for people who die of having a virus will no longer count for people who die …

Pace of life

Today it’s been six years since Narf left (15th November 2016). A minute memory and a song. Narf was sinless. Musically. The rest is none of my business. Narf was free from sin because now and then he would go away, and we almost didn’t notice. And then he’d come back, and we’d almost have …

Whithout memory does not remain us paradise

In Muros no longer there is paradise. Now there is a supermarket. We were changing the rooms of party by tents and  have to understand that we change a model of leisure to touch  by one to spend. That is the starting point for the last work of Chévere, Eroski Paraíso. That, as everything in these days, raise …

It registers #PisoFranco

If you are reading is that you have downloaded #PisoFranco. If no the fixeche, registers your account so that if conserve in case of change of device and so that if they keep the marks of texts already read. Only you have to go to profile, put the email and a password. It’s free.

Chévere reminisces

Chévere reminisces and we attend. He reminisces, and the parody went to them because there is no better way to explain the world than as a parody that only admits desperate humour. The humour is theirs, but the desperation, you know who it belongs to. Perhaps time does not exist. Maybe it is a manipulable …

So thirty years went by

Five years ago Chévere turned thirty. Now it is thirty-five and between exhibitions, disembarkations, books, films and the fact that the evil does not abate, they have not done anything to document the reality that is so often concealed. Let’s remember the memory.

Gore-Tex

Buonarroti and Shakespeare went around explaining this instant in which the relative contacts the absolute. They alluded to that moment in which the superior force lets some of its energy escape in favour of the one who is devoted. They both wandered the issue of power transfer, although neither had forced experiences with the economic …

7 | House by house

When he was a young boy, his father used to make fun of those whose job it was to go from house to house selling things. He didn’t think it was a respectable job. Avon calls. But we are in campaign and it is time to go door to door. The mayor decides the distribution …

Thinking too much

I think that it was Kundera the one who was apologetic about the gesture. I speak by little selective memory because I did not read him so much. I think he wrote of the gestures like a space frame that remains and that we, not being docile, would have to move by weeding. I think …

In the pocket of a blazer 

One day I put a book by Cortázar in the bottom pocket of a blazer. The jacket had nothing to do with blazes. It had crossed the Indian Ocean on a ship with a foreign name, its flaps like Vietnamese eyes. The book happily accommodated its angular character among a pen, two unpaid bills that …

Perralleirism continued (redux)

We continue for bingo. Second chance for perralleirism. The mood seems always the same, but the fault is ours for not changing. We are always far away. More alike than similar Always far awaySala NasaSeptember 21st, 2006 Mofa e Befa’s new production is a thesis play. The thesis is that we are more alike than …

Continued seedy (reload)

The Fiot of Carballo declared the year Mofa e Befa taking advantage of that they already happened thirty since it began the perralleirismo to give travelling lessons. It walks the Galician culture recapitulando and, as in that neighbourhoods, something nostalgic or perhaps melancholic of all what could be and was what went. Not to contribute …

Eating with the news

Eating with the news I put the food on the table as I turn on the TV and the world offers me its daily catalogue of cruelty, malice, frivolity and sport over a tuna empanada and some reheated chicken. Watch it all wholesale and I still have to go to the trouble of categorizing each …

Data of life, data of death

The statistical are clear with Niger: it is the last country of the world in wealth. Expressed like this is a sarcasm. In reality, it is the first in poverty. According to the international organizations, Niger is the poorest country of the planet. Poorer even that the most depressed neighborhood of Harlem. But less violent. …

The Griñón marchioness

There are so many things to be scared of that what is scary is people are not scared. There are so many things to fear that perhaps we prefer to look the other way and look at the infidelity of a couple who lacked neither money nor attention or microphones, and perhaps not even a kind of intelligence related to class conveniences. The rich also suffer. What is not clear to me is why we should feel sorry for them. To put a filter on everything. As not to find out.

Breakfast with butter

The table is had. Has of everything, even butter. It is a continental breakfast. We could understand that this is diplomatic territory, like an exception. We receive deal of tourists and to a tourist no disturbs him the ignorance. This preferential deal is almost inexorable. The first condition of the traveller is his temporary character. …

Nuclear button theory

Here’s the thing: while we debate the coming winter of discontents, while we focus attention on the basket of commodities trying to correct problems at destination when they should be corrected at origin, someone opens Wikipedia (which keeps asking for contributions to the common knowledge) and finds that there are nine countries in the world with nuclear armament. That there are nine briefcases in the world with nine buttons like nine doors to an end with apocalypse. The difference now is that one of those nine has just warned that for weapons to be good for something you have to be willing to use them.

Independent style republic

They decided to humanize the environment. To remove from sight so much industrial sheet metal that should already be replaced by noble materials. To entertain themselves or to make Godot less unhappy if he had to wait there. And to recycle. Yes, to recycle. Because the painting still fulfils its function and the space obviously …

RVB against the world universe

He always wanted to have a word with the world. But the world had a certain mania for avoiding him. So he would climb up on some wooden sticks, sometimes with a clown nose and sometimes not, and he would talk to the apostle as well as to the universe. I don’t remember that he …

The man who wrote here

At this point in the 21st century, I do not know if it is appropriate to ask ourselves what Roberto Vidal Bolaño’s work is like, how it evolved, what traces he left behind, how much of his decisions were artistic or practical, or how many of his life circumstances were decisive in making certain choices or others. Perhaps the appropriate thing to do in September 2022 is to ask ourselves the same question he would ask us: what did we do? What did we do in the last twenty years in general and what did we do in these twenty years with the work of Roberto Vidal Bolaño in particular. I am sure there is a verb that would summarize a large part of the answers and, even if true, it would still be escapist: to resist. Resist, we all resist and we are here, although this here would have nothing to do with RBV.

Van days

Roberto Vidal Bolaño is not a Chilean writer. September 2022 marks the 20th anniversary of his death, which, by all accounts, was early. He was 52 years old and had an extensive and varied career as a playwright, director, theatre and film actor, as an advanced film critic, an agitator of majorities and a definitive weight in the fact that the Galician theatre went from being a more or less eccentric dedication to a professional, demanding and enforceable exercise.

The writer who portrayed Galicia in the 20th century

Roberto Vidal Bolaño wanted Galicia to have its own theatre that handled its own arguments. He defined a way of writing for the stage and his decision was decisive for the launching of Galician professional theatre. There was a theatre to be invented and someone had to start doing it. It was Roberto Vidal Bolaño who began to articulate a self-sufficient Galician theatre, capable of explaining itself while explaining the country to which it belonged. A theatre that was interested in achieving majorities and connecting the languages that were to come with those that had survived the years of repression. RVB was a practical man and a multitasking playwright. He was precocious and serious, argumentative and ironic. He turned dedication into a craft, but it was not magic or union power: it was stubbornness and skill.

Galician theater is conservative with playwrights

For Roberto Vidal Bolaño, Saxo tenor was a change of aesthetic and argumentative direction. With this play, Vidal Bolaño entered into the suburbs, into suburban life and what is surely more important, into another way of seeing individuals, much more related to their circumstances and much less capable of taking charge of their destiny. Despite being the playwright who most regularly premieres in Galicia, almost always with his company, Bolaño considers that Galician theater restricts the work of authors, new and old, every year, and that in this decision there is a mixture of circumstances, from conservatism to ignorance. Saxo tenor was a turning point in Galician theater. In many ways, it was an inauguration that had no continuity. The text of that production, however, survived as a dramaturgical reference.

Smith & Company (naïve tale)

In the old days, those who owned horses were rich. And those who owned cows were rich too. Those who had stone houses, machines, meadows, or trees were rich too. But one day, the rich, tired of so much working with things, decided they didn’t want to dirty their hands with the handling of objects, …

Rebecca and the clouds

Rebecca painted the clouds quickly quickely because the summer was ending and the sun was still naked. She looked them passed, like distracted sheep grazing some grass, here or there. The smallest of all of them, red from the effort of following the flock, stopped to look at the girl, and she thought she was …

Chronic death

The situation in Niger is very bad. This is naïve and obvious. The bad thing about truisms is having to repeat them, and that the world hears them as such and at the same time denies the major: the situation in Africa is very bad, okay, we already know that. The last part of the …

Shadows, nothing more

Do you know the joke? There are many people who can be shot among those who demand the legalization of shooting. So I tell you, with this pose of telling a joke, that everyone wants to pass off as truth any matter that does not reach the first sentence of a joke. Half-truths, at best, …

Semper fidelis

It must be a Yankee Army custom to have a gala ball before marching off to war. I remembered it from that time at Fort Apache. He did it, he assumed, so that receiving the news of marching would have sufficient solemnity or, also, so that some officer could look worthy when pronouncing that the …

The collapse we will be 

A collapse is not an accident. It is a process with a bad end. A process that ends badly even though everyone knows along the way that it is going to end badly. In many ways, a collapse is the result of not wanting to understand the symptoms correctly. The electoral ones, the economic ones, …

Thirds, fourths, fifths, sixths…

And where do you live: in reality or in fiction? Wherever you are, the same thing happens: an almost permanent manipulation of the discourse so that the universal condition of the spectator that is to be a citizen can feel calm and surprised. Even surprised at their own tranquillity.

6 | Neither virtual nor the other

– Facebook, what is it?– A website for gossipers.– And why don’t you ask the mayor?– Because he will answer the same as you. But you’re the one in charge of culture, you should know.– Of course, I know. We’re working on it. This week is going to be a spectacular Facebook.– Better than Rajoy’s?– …

Herd immunity

There are many days when we are a candour tied to a relic of progress. And we do not distinguish whether the rope we wear around our necks is condemnation or liberation. When young we listened to the promises of three-room apartments, but instead of receiving the keys in hand, we were given a spatula …

“Theater is life concentrated”

Peter Brook (1925-2022) visited Santiago de Compostela in 1998 as the main character of the first edition of the Festival Millenium. Two of his plays were part of the programming, Je suis a phénomène and Oh les beaux jours. Brook explained over and over what he considered theatre and the festival took place in a closed cinema Capitol that, for the director, seemed to have the advantage of being very close to ruin. The past week (2nd of July, 2022) Brook died and from 1998 an interview came back along with two critiques and a conclusion. The interview and the critiques of his two shows in Santiago are still here. The conclusion is that, despite his prestige, recognition, intelligence and even Brook’s success, the theatre didn’t pay him any attention.

Early morning arrived

He put up a fight all night and did not give it up. Since he had come in, finding himself so uncomfortable. Pacing up and down the field despite playing away from home. He walked past the groups looking for faces, trying to find a look that would return some kindness. It was a delicate, …

Game of pastiches

I didn’t waste too much time reading George R.R. Martin, not even to check the idea that pastiche is the genre par excellence of contemporaneity. Of this particular contemporaneity.

Unsolved labour tension

All the labour tension that is so clearly perceived in the photography does not come from a historical conflict with the patronal, from breaking the rule of labour risks or from the fact that this telephone, son of a decade of fixed elements, sounds uninterruptedly like a hammer that strikes from the past. The labour …

Stories of a man who told stories

Xabier P. Docampo disappeared last week. Memory brings back to us his attitude as an all-stories storyteller as well as that humor he practiced to bring down the saints and bring up the people. (Four years ago of the text and a few more of the stories, but continue, they remain the same).

Gray matter

The box was made of cardboard and, when opened, the flaps made a movement to make way for a ceramic container of a very, very soft gray. Almost white. On the card were printed all the symbols of recycling, eco-sustainability, the second life of things. For those who could remember, the box had some kinship …

Unnormalized nerves

The text is dated January 20, 2009. Now it is archaeology, but this past week there was some talk about this without going to the heart of the matter. The pyramids are best explained from the outside.

On the walls

You know how it goes. Summer in Ourense. The only wave that survives is the heat wave. You have the timetables of a lifetime. Those of a civil servant city where you are not a civil servant. You have the schedules of a world that doesn’t get hot at noon. You have to go to …

In the middle of the middle

What is transgressive for a theatergoer is not watching the stage. Nor is it to watch the reaction of the rest of the audience. What is revolutionary is to look at the space between the stage and the seats. A no man’s land where all things happen.

Difficult love triangle

That line over there is a horizon. Anyone thinks of horizons as a decisive line, but like all human invention it is irregular and eaten by doubts. But it is a horizon and there is room for things we want and things we don’t want. For some, this horizon is a source of pride because …

May de force forsake us

When the Constitution arrived, Star Wars was already here. The galactic western with confusing paternities arrived in Spain before the great text. When Luke still did not know who his father was, I was leaning out of the Xesteira cinema’s gallery in Ourense. It was 1977 and now it is frowned upon saying that the …

Bouquet

It had fallen right there. Burst. As if lightning had struck and split it. But without breaking it. It had fallen vertically, without drama, without signs, without slow motion. It died more instantly than a decaf envelope. He was beside her and it took him four or five seconds to recognize the seriousness of the …

Yellow aristocracy

Sport is moving from spectacle to storytelling. Sport has that low-key epic that is dramatic without any drama and warlike without any war. You can do with it whatever you want except maybe ignore it because it’s almost impossible to live and not have sport looming everywhere. Television, moreover, is changing from being the preferred …

5 | The anonymous are unknown

He was picked up next to the pharmacy. He entered through the back door of an Audi. In the front seat were the mayor, driving, and the chief of the Guardia Civil post. The mayor looked at him in the rearview mirror. – Don’t look at me like that, man. If we call the priest …

The curved beam

One of the great armament advantages of the Ming emperor over the earthlings of Flash Gordon’s time was the curved beam. In spite of being a conventional weapon, it had the property of firing on enemies protected in the corners. There was no point in hiding because the beam came out of the weapon, advanced in an irregular line until it reached a spot, turned and located whoever unwarily relied on conventional physics. The sentry boxes had ceased to be a shelter. It cannot be said that the USA, Russia, Israel or the British Prime Minister is not testing weapons like the curved beam. But it exists.

Schrödinger’s raincoat

It could be the time when Inspector Gadget ruled the cartoons with that stupidity saved by a smart niece. Or the time when trucks didn’t have electric brakes or hardly passed the MOT because there wasn’t one. The photo is as real as a photo can be. Neither CIA montages of Castro nor Stalin’s editing …

May 13, 2022. Naked

I feel naked. Distrustful. But not both for the same reasons. I feel naked because I am no longer president of Galicia, Galicia, Galicia. And I know I have to be, but it is not that I enjoy it either. I have been president, president, president for so many years that now it is like …

Pop does not say goodbye

For Siniestro Total those words that wanted to mark the end of The Beatles are not valid. “And in the end, the love you received is equal to the love you gave”. The chords didn’t go that way, but in a more literal translation* it would have served for that version of the Liverpool band …

The midday sun rises early

You get up early and the sun is already at noon. The most direct surroundings of the hotel are almost European: watered lawn, terrace, parasol, flowers. It is not a luxury either, but here the perspective plays, and the circumstance is always a bitch. There is a wall, of course. There is always a wall …

Ourense has more terraces than Liverpool

In Ourense, many lines are crossed. In a morning that anticipates the summer, the Galician anthem on the speakers of the working class can come across the morning vermouth terraces with many big heads and no giant. The bouquets of maternal flowers come across the crosses of the maios and their copla soniquete. The Beatles do, too. Not The Beatles. The memory without almost any soundtrack of the most important musical group in history.

April 29, 2022. Farewell

GaliciaJacobean YearManuel: I remember many things at this time. Of when I met you at JMRB’s house, of when you proposed me to come, of the tensions of the intrigues and the transfers. One day they passed by asking who to notify in case of termination and the real possibility of it happening left us …

The chronicle of the critique

Midseason makes me melancholic. Unlike the rest of the Galicians, so determined to blame everything on the humidity. The undefined weather makes me melancholic as a spectator and instead of being objective, as everyone asks with their immediate interests, I only manage to be coherent. It was at the end of one of those musical …

April 20, 2022. Impossible

It is not that everybody does not understand, it is that it is not convenient for them to understand so they give convenient explanations. I have to explain it among the immediate circle and some fewer close ones because they play the fool as if it were an emotional matter, but although sometimes I am …

Who cares about that?

Everyone has an opinion about the theater even if only a tenth of those who have an opinion go see the plays. It is easier to give an opinion than to go to the theater and that is why there are more people giving their opinions on Twitter than going to the theaters. The two activities are not incompatible, but the eyes suffer infinitely less when going to the theater.

April 15, 2022. Diary. Serious, serious, serious

Well, it’s already solved. I’m going to explain it because it’s funny this much business with succession, so much breaking and putting the pieces back together again. But not quite. There was only one way for this to work and it was clear from the beginning. Another thing is that everybody has to assert themselves. …

April, 12, 2022. Diary. Madrí, Madrí, Madrí

In Madrí everything is bigger. It is not a sensation. Everything is bigger. People are also taller. I don’t know if I will have to put heights on my shoes because after meeting Felipe VI and Pedro Sánchez I look short and this needs to be studied. But you have to measure because someone chose …

Buttface

Between subliminal images, half-truths and their corresponding half-lies, political correctness, education, between what can be said and what should not be uttered, overwhelming sincerity and diplomacy, between hyperbole and metaphors it is becoming more difficult every day to be frank.  The appearance of Twitter was not necessary to know that there are double standards or …

Mistaking curves for joys

It may be the caprice of property or the weakness of the state before the individual. It may be the winding character that comes to the map from the collective identity. There is something twisted in the immediacy of the horizon in which the Academy can find a reaffirmation of nineteenth-century loveliness. Bucolism’s victory against …

April 1, 2022. Diary

The time has come. It had to come and it came. Now I have to change my mind and start thinking differently. Because things are not working well. Now that they think the plight is over is when I am in the plight. They don’t notice my authority. Problem A) I could prioritize the confrontation …

Noise and nuts

There will be a butterfly effect between the appearance of Motomami and the moment Will Smith turns into the character he plays in The Suicide Squad, even less violent. It may be a primal relationship, but it sure won’t be simple. We all want to believe it is, but the world doesn’t change: as soon as we …

4 | If the phone rings at midnight

Go home. Turn on the TV. They abuse the Lakers mercilessly. As he misses Trecet, he goes over his to-do list. He has to make the holiday plan. Doing a party show is like being a coach: everyone knows how to do it, everyone has something to say, everyone finds the flaws. Look at the …

What the world says, what the rumor-mongers say

I don’t know what sense it makes that show business awards galas are not considered a show. As a fact, I mean. I don’t know how much sense it makes that they work differently from all the other job that same industry produces. Maybe it’s an act of rebellion, an emotional act. A not wanting to do everything that is done during the rest of the year.

March 18, 2022. Diary

I think I went a little overboard. I came off a little over the top. EGP is right. Even if I don’t say so. I’m not used to the rally. I’ve been doing this my whole life but raising my voice doesn’t make me any more authoritative. IDA, despite the faces she makes, handles the …

Shock doctrine

What everyone calls a gun could be called marginalization, unemployment, eviction, power cuts, hunger. It could be called layoffs, wage cuts, impossible rents, unpayable mortgages, censorship. It could be called insult, contempt, ignorance. It could be called misery or barbarism or the sum of all the above in a single word that never loses its …

Telegrams from the front

In the Peter Lindbergh exhibition in A Coruña, there is a photo that summarizes Europe’s position on the war. It can also be the summary of Europe’s position on peace. Peace is a photo. Peace is an aesthetic matter, a claim during an unstable appearance, between the symbols of making love and not war and …

March 2, 2022. Diary

Here’s how it goes. I know emotion is weakness, but I can’t help but get emotional in public and I should have trained this much better so that it is understood that stability is the main value of my character. Serenity, tranquility, stability. A little moisture does not tarnish that much and maybe it will …

Back in the USSR

The Union of Soviet Socialist Republics does not exist. It does not exist even though we owed it a large part of our extra pay and that we were somewhat disloyal when it disappeared. Even ungrateful. The USSR does not exist and the reality is very forceful with this no matter how much some little heads see previous shadows and some media confuse being very far from reality with equidistance.

Slightly tousle

And suddenly, in a context that is invented as perfect, someone alters the narrative and the image is decomposed enough to attract attention. The diversion of attention is the science of magicians and some politicians with stage and communication skills. But, as Manuel Luis Acuña used to say, there are cracks and almost everything is …

Devotes

Whoever watches not very recent cinema will identify a gesture very similar to the one in the photo at the end of the first part of The Godfather. When Michael achieves absolute power after eliminating, one by one, the enemies of his family. On his right hand, the younger Corleone would have worn a watch …

Madrid 2022

Almost never passed through Lavapiés. He followed the sunlight down the street and was surprised by the huge letters shouting “Drama!” on the façade of the Valle-Inclán theater. It was not the size of the word that caught his attention, but its context as a reader. Whatever the word had meant to say was already …

Red Square 1993

Moths are born from forgetfulness. They are born and grow by eating the felt of hats, the cloth of flags. They take history books for lunch, leaving in the pages small volcanic eruptions, like empty lakes for the time to be. Right now they must be at a banquet of words like revolution, proletariat, comrade, …

Suspending the profession

And even without going to see how Gio, Cristiano Ronaldo’s wife, lives, you turn on the TV or any other screen and they start to show you things to brag about. Matters that seem like rich people’s things and that even if they have no apparent connection make you see that there is an impossible …

Jack and Jackie, Miles and Frances, dad and mom

The car is chauffeured. Jackie can’t imagine car rides any other way. He likes Cadillacs, but has no problem riding in an open-top Lincoln, no matter how black it is. He can’t conceive driving through a city. Too many things to pay attention to. John is sitting next to her. He’s tall, blond and has …

Sex, truths and videotapes

Melancholy invades everything, like Russia’s vocation to proprietarize Ukraine. The same as Germany buying Poland or Spain sending judges to Catalonia. It is not the melancholy of those who lack everything, but the feeling of loss of those who already have a lot but notice that something is missing, like when we run out of …

English previsior

He thought about the future and began to arrange his familiarly classified objects; he covered the shelves of memory facing the arduous selective task of planning a time yet to be lived. He did not want to leave anything out of hand, foreseeing each of the details that could have decided life. He faced himself …

Two colonizations

Niger is, in many ways, in the heart of Africa. Of the Africa that, for some reason, we call black. The one who suffered two colonizations very distant in time and did not manage to overcome any of them. The first of Niger’s colonizations was Muslim. Economically adaptable to the occupied territories, it altered the …

Arriving at night

Arriving at night to any unknown place is disorienting. Getting into a car to travel a few miles of relatively well-lit wide avenues only adds to the traveler’s anxiety to get situated. There are long straightaways and traffic circles, as if on a string of lines. The light is ghostly and the distance is intermittent. …

3 | Pies and fish

When he arrived at the meeting venue, his veteran plumbing skills made him wary. He put down the chairs as he greeted the people who were already waiting. The public address system guy had not arrived and he had the impulse to make a phone call. But since the cell phone was his own he …

23 million hens / 783 titles

Numbers don’t make society. They only represent it. Literature is rebellious in the fight with statistics and yet there are times when it becomes inevitable: Galicia happened to be the country of a million cows. But more than that it is the country of 23 million hens. That was in 2017. The same year in which this same country published 783 titles between books and brochures. It is clear that chickens do not read.

What do you want, you bastard

The fact that the sun had been presiding over the morning horizon for two hours was not because of his joy. He jumped out of bed, put on his shorts and ran into the kitchen. Mom, I’ll get the bread. He looked at the clock and quickened his pace. Entered the bakery and looked for …

I had a farm in San Amaro

Melancholy can kill. In fact, it kills. The facts are not known because no one thinks it is relevant or worthy of change. Melancholy kills like sillines kills or ignorance kills. Or poorly attended healthcare. It kills like miscalculated accounts kill. Let’s not get dramatic either… It kills as life kills, but in this case, we don’t give it the importance it has. We are at war against melancholy, but we don’t know it because we are losing.

But laugh

For a man to speak for women as if he knows what to say means he is either foolish or presumptuous. Maybe both things come together. That’s why I’m only going to talk about the picture. The photo of women protected by the metallic covering of Caixa Ourense circulated on the digital world without the …

Towards Oira

It would be much easier towards Oira. To walk along the river bank, among the ghosts of old abandoned buildings and the civilized steps of almost furtive fishermen. It would be lighter to walk looking at the backwaters like the calm that comes after a decision already made. No matter how much river is left, …

Reconstruction of Fantasy

The story changed, and he asked Thumbelina to climb in. Climb up here. He took her for a trip in the forest in which all the fauns weaved a sound of glory with their wind instruments. Climb up here and hold tight, he told her, as the way is quite bumpy. He took her through …

Political readings of parody and capital

How confined is a spectator to his or her own prejudices, or to those of others? Why do we accept in some works what we reject in others, and why does liking an artist end up being so much like being a fan of a football team? Let’s consider, hypothetically, that Paolo Sorrentino is much …

Dismantling themselves

One day, the flowers, the costumes, the pageboy hair, the meditation and the dust of the fans came to an end. The fantasy of travelling and the world in technicolour came to an end. One day someone realized that besides love, many other things were needed. That day The Beatles came down from the terrace …

Chords and discords

Someone said that in popular music there are two categories: The Beatles and the rest. Fifty-two years after their dissolution, there were few new things left to see about the most influential band of all time, but Get Back was one of them. The docuseries that Peter Jackson put together about the limitless hours of recording of what was called Let it Be proves, once again, that there is always a difference between the group and the rest. Even at the end. Get Back might have been an ending, but it wasn’t the decline.

2 | With arms folded

Passing the broom in front of someone’s face is not very delicate. But it’s the day and the pilgrimage. You dip the broom in the powdered water, place the poster on the plywood that still has the remains of the posters from previous elections, put the broom in the middle of the poster and go …

Distribution of Power

He was walking through the corridor realizing that earth’s rotation wasn’t fast enough for him. He didn’t have enough patience to wait for the cycles that put day and night over the houses, and with a very slow desperation, he would ruminate a set of bad excuses. He was walking through the corridor with clear …

Bridal Parade

He had walked the entire supermarket searching for an offering. He had seen on television how certain Australian birds called for their partner by building a nest in which on one side of the entrance they placed fresh flowers and on the other a bunch of freshly caught beetles. He went through the shelves, checking …

Speech of the moviola

Time falls, football remains. He saw the black ball arrive and was a little frightened by the responsibility of being on the front line. Time passes, but football remains. He thought back, stopping the clock, and did not remember that he had never liked football, not even as a child. He had sometimes reflected on …

So much happiness

So much happiness illuminated the past life with the same light that illuminates the sea at sunset. There was no complaint in their silence, as they watched the receding forest from the suntrap of the house. They hardly spoke in the late afternoon hours; what was necessary had been said. In the twilight they did …

The loneliness of the murderer

He felt the repetitive ringing of the doorbell and with ill-concealed displeasure he got up and headed to the door. As he entered the narrow corridor he switched on the light and thought that, on his way back, he should raise the blinds to let in some of the afternoon sun. The doorbell rang again …

The moral rucksack

We Europeans never leave Europe. It’s intrinsic within us, as if it came on our backs, in the form of a passport, vaccinations, language breviary, protective ointments, cotton socks, mosquito repellent, embassy telephone and a moral superiority that no universal history, no matter how objective it may be, can justify. We travel with history in …

Bus Station

Getting off the plane and finding a bus station. It must be four o’clock in the morning. Everything looks like abandoned tile, scattered kiosks, short corridors with perhaps fortnightly cleaning. Maybe not. Maybe it is the dust of the desert announcing itself. Passing through customs and its lack of concern. The curiosity within the eyes …