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| Foto de Tania Spencer Project Zu y la Alliance Francaise los invita a Noches Literarias con la escritora Mireya Robles Jueves, 28 de abril, 7pm a 9pm Alliance Francaise South Florida 618 SW 8th Street Miami, Fl 33130 Para más información 786-443-5872 Mireya Robles nació en Guantánamo, Cuba. Ha publicado varias novelas y dos libros de cuentos, que han sido traducidos al inglés por Susan Griffin además de la novela titulada Hagiografía de Narcisa la bella, traducida por Anna Diegel; dos poemarios y artículos, narraciones cortas y poemas en revistas literarias en unos veinte países. Su obra titulada Diario de Sudáfrica se publicará en breve. Ha recibido premios en Estados Unidos, México, Francia, Italia y España y ha sido entrevistada en radio y televisión en Miami, New York, Buenos Aires, Madrid y Durban, Sudáfrica, así como en el documental Conducta Impropia/Improper Conduct dirigido por el cinematógrafo Néstor Almendros, ganador del Oscar en 1978. Este documental recibió el Premio de Derechos Humanos en Grenoble, Francia. Mireya Robles ha enseñado en varios colleges en Estados Unidos y durante diez años fue Senior Lecturer en University of Natal, Durban, Sudáfrica. En la actualidad es Senior Research Associate de esa universidad. |
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| 17th century library, La Iglesia y Convento de San Francisco, Lima. Photo: Mylene d'Auriol Stoessel. |
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| Giorgio de Chirico, The Soothsayer's Recompense Waking up this morning and getting out of bed was a major task. I tried to come up with a dozen valid excuses to call in sick. Needless to say I did not have the guts to do it. Little by little, I lifted up a leg, and let it fall to the floor, and before you knew it I was sitting up in the edge of the bed. It took me quite a few more minutes to face reality and run to the bathroom, and start the process. The everyday process of life! I decided to rebel against this and not shave. I put on the first thing that jumped out of the closet and ran downstairs. Once inside the car, I asked God to protect me and those I love, and to let me have a grand day. We always have our daily chat in the morning and before bedtime. However, this morning I went on more than usual. He must have been bored to death by the time I finished. As soon as I finished with my speech, asking for world peace and all those other things you ask God for, I turned up the volume to Amy Winehouse’s Tears Dry on their Own, and other tunes from her Back to Black CD. Driving away I went, with an occasional move of the shoulders while listening to the music and thinking that nothing was going to disturb my day. I had promised to the Almighty that I was going to turn the other cheek, and ear as well. I am not perfect, but I am trying. Again, those same thoughts of not showing up for work took over me. I came up with brilliant ideas, or so I thought, but nothing could steer me away. I said out loud if I am going to work, might as well be late. There you go! I was late a few minutes, and that made me feel so much better. I came in, and gushed my good mornings to everyone as if I was a fountain spurting water on all passersby. I put my things down, and ran for some fuel… coffee that is. I figured if I am going to have to suffer might as well be with plenty of coffee. I must confess I am on my third cup, and the day has not tarnished yet, despite the many images, writings, and super ego sightings in this vast world of internet. The things I have seen and heard this morning! A mix of distortion with a high dose of bad taste…A tacky abstract painting. It is 12:30pm and soon I will be having lunch, and maybe, just maybe I could say to my boss that the food was bad, and have stomach pains and need to go home urgently. Or maybe, I could blame it on the witch, who just flew over in a broom, and gave me nausea, and a need to vomit. Perhaps, I could blame it on a repulsive vision I had of this giant green, jello-like monster holding a beautiful pink Chanel bag. Hallucinations are kicking in… Will it work? Will I do it? …. Stay tuned until 5pm! |
