The story and the poem of this week We introduce this week an account of Antonio Serrano Cueto, Ghosts Internet. The author is professor of American Studies at the University of Cadiz. He published a book of micro, "" Out pajamas "and a book of poems" not want to see the wilderness ", as well as other stories and poems in various collective books and spaces in the network. On the other hand you have here a poem Mario Benedetti, crumbled , in which the poet, with its simplicity says it all, as always will continue to do in our hearts. Do not miss it!
Internet Ghosts
Antonio Serrano Cueto
with amazing punctuality, at 00.00 hours, just at the hinge of yesterday and today and today and tomorrow, Matías received at its blog the same comment, warning his wife Adela:
... ..- Matías, beware of the ghosts on the Internet.
And every night Matías type the same answer:
... ..- Adela, my dear, I have not changed anything, still with the same fears in life.
crumbled Mario
Benedetti
When I die I would like crumbled
only for a while to see
as the world gets along with my absence
those who weep will give you a tissue
those who laugh a bowl of ash
indifference to indifferent
when I die I would like crumbled
and revisit my buddies
survivors
course
and ask the few things
that were left out or neutralized
silence cloudy.
