There are those who meet one afternoon on the streets of a rainy city and without being able to avoid it, they look at each other; and looking at each other, they stop; and when they stop they talk to each other under any pretext; as for example: one wants to know if two know the name of the trees that populate the median of the avenue in which that fortuitous meeting has taken place —solely and exclusively by chance. Two is interested in finding out if the corner bookstore is open until eight or nine at night. One replies that it is open 24 hours a day and you can read any book you want right there, and while this is happening he offers to keep you company. Then they walk right shoulder to left shoulder under the same umbrella; and minutes later they enter the hotel room without luggage where one of the two —he or she; him or him; she or she—have paid for three days or a week of lodging. They both see the impeccably made bed covered with a very white bedspread, they undress and lie on it and that’s how that love story begins and ends.
Trajectory: Poet and narrator. She is a teacher in Literature, she graduated from the Faculty of Philosophy and Letters of the UNAM; and a degree in Political Science, graduated from the Autonomous University of Sinaloa. Author of poems The gloom of the landscape, The delusions of Eva and The spells of the body; from the book of stories The Mulberry Street Cafe and from the novel The dream of Paloma Sanlúcar. Current director of literature and editorial at the Sinaloense Institute of Culture.
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