Schuaima is the dreamlike Kingdom (if it can be called so) Aniquirona, and Alexander de Brucco is Explorer, traveling salesman, Walker, the hermit. In his humble vision, sometimes feels a writer, sometimes he believes to be the man who draws a few lines, when in the background know perfectly well that it is only a tool, a filter where come from the things that they want and need to narrate the human atmosphere. John q: What is the strongest of your childhood memories? Tell me a little about her. Whatever you want. Winston: My childhood still has not ended. Adults hate that stage of life, complain about him, of immaturity and stupidity children flying.
I do not understand that the ages, the seven ages of man. For me there is a present perpetual, perennial; I am all ages and all times, also all the spaces. I have an image that is recurrent. Perhaps makes 34 Suns land, lived with my parents in a two-story house. We habitabamos the second. MOM and dad were newlyweds. My brother still not born, so I gather that I did not exceed six. I snoozed in the middle of the two (destroys all child at that age erotic sets of their parents).
Next to the bed, he rested a pot. From that moment, I’ve been pierced by esotericism, magic, occultism. Since I use the reading of what was written (the human code that tries to represent the world) I have devoured all kinds of texts, books and anthologies that I talk about those big posesos, initiated and illuminated. Do not think me one of them, I’m just an apprentice of words, a man who knows his limitations because it has still not renounced the hubbub of the world. Juan p.: when arrives the poetry for the first time in your life and you gave has your way were the letters? Winston: I was a child of separated parents.