My dear friend, Vicente Luis Mora confessed in the magazine's No. 323 Chimera and before on his blog that he was the sole and exclusive author of all texts including at number 322, the magazine . an absolute falsification of a number that was devoted to literary forgery, for sake of completeness. A formidable deception perpetrated, he said, to expose the mechanisms of legitimation, reception, perhaps canonization etc., operating in the literature. Apart from the undoubted merit craft and inventive, with added difficulties in terms of the assumption of voices and modes of regular contributors to the publication, I thought, rather than a bombastic exercise in debunking, etc.., Etc., A great joke which I laughed until my own credulity, and which must have laughed a lot more to the author, incidentally. So far so good, in any case, well, I would say. But another thing is because I think I am leaning that high corrective intended (and that we deserve so much) had set its corrosive effect much better if he had not discovered the deception the next day as they say, if the impostor had left its mark only in that list of contributors at the end of the magazine, in which everything is false too, of course. Everything but his name and his confession to the crime. That it should have been left there alone, I think, to be developed and that great act fake with all the corrosive power that has no doubt. I insist it all that necessary. I do not know, I have the feeling that the discovery of the fraud as soon be defused a powerful virus. Although some of the staff have gone missing and the search engine stop Dialnet academic. Even so, I dunno. Meanwhile, my dear David Roas friend coordinated the month of September the number 765 of the magazine dedicated to Insula fantasy literature held in Spain over the last thirty years. Here there are all partners real cases, consistent as you or me. I know Juan Jacinto Muñoz Rengel, David, Ana Casas ... No cheating. No catch. But they all deal with something that, paradoxically, how fantastic, beyond our notion of reality, something that "can not be named or described in detail, as they say out there, something that strictly speaking, then, there . And they all strive to give touchingly a physical, tangible, true to what you can not own it in any way. I do not see the fantastic, I can not see, but I see them all clearly. So, I think, Chimera something fantastic, something that does not exist, show me a reality that could abscribirme without conflict, however Insula observable reality persuades me to a certain conflict invention.
Meanwhile, my dear friend Hugo Abbati had told me and the concern he felt in a remote aldeúcha of Benin this summer when a bunch of black kids as the blight was passed from hand to hand G7 digital camera art , previously he had taken without permission, he said, and began to shoot left and right. A reality now talking about maybe another reality that was expressed in the picture accompanying this post, ie that no longer exists.
meantime, I write this without really knowing if it is false or not, if I am myself an invention if that really me writing, or is another maybe my name and my surroundings, as claimed by the other Borges Borges and if my identity will be diluted in the text or will be strengthened, and physical, through the name I now say, mine, Francisco Javier Torres. Who I am. Or not. Finally, do not know where to wear.
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