"Agustín sits at the foot of my bed and says he's going to cure me with his vibration channeler. As he makes that guttural sound – what I imagine a baby tiger's purr must sound like, a sweet, old sound – I stare at the mosquitoes that are starting to swarm the screen. There are a ton of them! And behind them, stars. Mosquitoes and stars braided together like macramé by Agustín's flute that's not a flute.

Do you really think you're the true son of God?"

From the story The Stone and the Flute, by Giovanna Rivero. Translated by Lisa Carter.


See also:
[Álvaro Bisama] [Luciano Lamberti] [Carlos Yushimito]