The Name Thief (short story, 18-03-2008)
In the land of the broken electoral promise, where fattened hides swallow “Elcompañero”, where thoughts were sucked out through the barrel of a rifle, where little pink castles are built to house those “oddballs”.
Here, in the land of contradictions. Here, in the Argenshopping of the south, where land is sold for colourful garments and a forest is thrown in for free, the selfish imagination of the head-stompers has engendered a being of a thousand faces, a thousand forms and a thousand speeches, bent on restoring order with no mercy for grandmothers, mothers, children or anyone at all.
Artist's text. Excerpt.