Rodrigo García
Born
Buenos Aires, Argentina
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Cenizas escogidas: Obras, 1986-2009
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2009
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Agamenón: Volví del supermercado y le di una paliza a mi hijo
2 editions
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2004
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Barullo
2 editions
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2015
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Er is nog tijd
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Gabo e Mercedes: Uma Despedida
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Gabo y Mercedes: Una Despedida
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Abschied von Gabo und Mercedes: Erinnerungen an meinen Vater Gabriel García Márquez
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GOLGOTA PICNIC
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Cómo se llama
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Cendres 2000-2009
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2011
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“I wish I knew how my parents remembered their younger selves, or that I had even an inkling of what they thought of their place in the world, back when their lives were confined
by the small towns of their Colombian childhoods. I would give anything to spend an hour with my father when he was a rascal of nine, or with my mother when she was a spirited girl of eleven, both unable to suspect the extraordinary lives that awaited them. And so, in the back of my mind is the preoccupation that perhaps I didn't know them well enough, and certainly regret that I didn't ask them more about the fine print of their lives, their most private thoughts, their greatest hopes and fears. It's possible that they felt the same about us, for who can fully know their own children?”
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by the small towns of their Colombian childhoods. I would give anything to spend an hour with my father when he was a rascal of nine, or with my mother when she was a spirited girl of eleven, both unable to suspect the extraordinary lives that awaited them. And so, in the back of my mind is the preoccupation that perhaps I didn't know them well enough, and certainly regret that I didn't ask them more about the fine print of their lives, their most private thoughts, their greatest hopes and fears. It's possible that they felt the same about us, for who can fully know their own children?”
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“Au commencement était le rire puis, après le rire, vint le verbe, pour enquêter sur le rire
Mais le verbe ne sût pas comment déchiffrer le rire et, à force de parler, le verbe déssècha les rires
Il les débarrassa de leur esprit, du spasme
Personne ne lâche un éclat de rire, de peur d'être défiguré”
― GOLGOTA PICNIC
Mais le verbe ne sût pas comment déchiffrer le rire et, à force de parler, le verbe déssècha les rires
Il les débarrassa de leur esprit, du spasme
Personne ne lâche un éclat de rire, de peur d'être défiguré”
― GOLGOTA PICNIC
“The death of the second parent is like looking through a telescope one night and no longer finding a planet that has always been there. It has vanished, with its religion, its customs, its own peculiar habits and rituals, big and small. The echo remains. I think of my father every morning when I dry my back with a towel the way he taught me after seeing me struggling with it at the age of six. Much of his advice is always with me. (A favorite: be forgiving of your friends, so that they may be forgiving of you.) I remember my mother each time I walk a guest to the front door when they're leaving, because not to do so would be inexcusable, and whenever I pour olive oil on anything. And in recent years, the three of us look back at me from my face in the mirror.”
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