Buenos Aires, Argentina
I was born in Buenos Aires, on November 8th, 1942. As worthy men have said, in my fiction, there is a curious mixture of fantasy and humour that sometimes comes in a grotesque framework, and always in a verisimilar one. I like reading more than writing, and, in fact, I don't write too much. After thirty-two years, I do not have a long bibliography to show. As with anybody else, to a greater or lesser extent, I have received a good number of literary prizes.
What dark resentments stir in the primitive brain of Frankenstein?
It looked just like a parrot cage, only larger.
In the southeast region of the plains of Buenos Aires, you might come across the Cubelli Lagoon, known as the "Lake of the Dancing Alligator
After watching a debate on the perils of a consumerist society, a man turns off his television and heads to a bicycle shop.
Such a charming couple! Young, elegant, good conversationalists - but, of course, they never give the impression they are aware of it.
A tutor is given an artichoke plant and soon learns that taking care of it is not going to be easy.
A troublesome package is left at the home of an employee of the Insignia Financial Group.
A man makes a living out of other people's superstitions.
A man investigates an increasingly common phenomenon involving carnivorous lambs with a highly developed sense of justice.
An alternative to the traditional methods.
Detailing Dr Ludwig Boitus' studies of the strangely charastmatic Caliguinas bird.
Memories of a house and a Grandma.