ARCOORLO BLOG URUGUAY ORLANDO VICENTE AND LEGAZCUE CUBA

That's why I cried GONE WITH THE WIND SPRAINED I could identify Arlen or Carlota my beautiful friend in whose balcony of her house we were discussing about Freud and Heminguey, to the Cisneros with her eternal mother vigilante-high with adorable legs-to Margarita, to Izet, discreet and intelligent, to Laila the mad girl, to Nelly Fernandez Mafú with her beautiful and hieriatic face, whom I loved in silence, my friend Loforte, my other partner Philip, black and tall, the male Pilots and others.

        That's why I cried GONE WITH THE WIND  SPRAINED      This dawn woke me up a dream of a memory of almost 40 years. My...