
“With imagination, someone can easily create a whole world out of nothing”
Gustavo Adolfo Bécquer

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books

The Parodi
Literary production of four generations who have read the world through their nearness and deepness from the last seventy years. Literary legacy by way of immaterial treasure.

The Alley
It is a collection of 10 short stories of suspense, love, intrigue, narrated with an entertaining and distinctive style which hooks, moves and invites to reflection.

Candy Verses
Poems full of romanticism, emotions and feelings. This work rescues the value of classic poetry and all its expressions. It has didactic notes about the genre, history and tendencies.
Blog
Neighbors
Most of my friends on the block were older than me; except for my two younger brothers, I was the smallest of the group that met every afternoon to kick ball, fly kites, or just talk. I had, and still have, a strong admiration and great appreciation for my friends;
Fifth Two
The big man stopped, I passed him, he followed me with his eyes and only two meters from the longed-for corner, a strident, guttural exclamation, ordinary as his appearance, stopped me in my tracks: “Are you going to pass me by and pretend you didn’t notice me?”
The epilogue
I remember as if it were today, the moment almost at the end of the day when I entered that smelly and musty place, the surprise on my father’s face when he saw me and the hug we gave each other.
Mother’s Day
That afternoon, as she left her room, I could perceive the painful effort my mother made to walk each step, still leaning on the walker she has been using for some years and I felt very sad to see her like this.
The miracle of the red guitar
Today, seen from the distance that years allow, the matter appears anecdotal and somewhat hilarious, but at that time it was a major crisis with no apparent way out, impossible to understand, and to which no one seemed to have the solution
Brothers
Without eagerness he got up from his chair, I saw him secretly wipe a tear that was trying to emerge and what he said while he said goodbye, transported me to a scene from childhood, which did not leave my head throughout that day.
Neighbors
Most of my friends on the block were older than me; except for my two younger brothers, I was the smallest of the group that met every afternoon to kick ball, fly kites, or just talk. I had, and still have, a strong admiration and great appreciation for my friends;
Fifth Two
The big man stopped, I passed him, he followed me with his eyes and only two meters from the longed-for corner, a strident, guttural exclamation, ordinary as his appearance, stopped me in my tracks: “Are you going to pass me by and pretend you didn’t notice me?”
The epilogue
I remember as if it were today, the moment almost at the end of the day when I entered that smelly and musty place, the surprise on my father’s face when he saw me and the hug we gave each other.
Mother’s Day
That afternoon, as she left her room, I could perceive the painful effort my mother made to walk each step, still leaning on the walker she has been using for some years and I felt very sad to see her like this.
The miracle of the red guitar
Today, seen from the distance that years allow, the matter appears anecdotal and somewhat hilarious, but at that time it was a major crisis with no apparent way out, impossible to understand, and to which no one seemed to have the solution