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Fernando Iwasaki CAUTER

Fernando Iwasaki Cauti (Lima, 1961): He is the author of the novels Neguijón (2005), Look at me when you love (2005) and Book bad love (2001); test When we fail to be realistic (2008), My poncho is a flamenco kimono (2005) and The Discovery of Spain (1996); of the chronicles collected in The bread box (2000) and The Tragic Sense of the League (1995), and story books to chill your love (2006), funerary equipment (2004), informal A miracle (2003), Peruvian Inquisitions (1994) , Troy Helena A (1993) and Three nights tie (1987), among more than fifteen titles. Resides in Seville where he directs the literary magazine Renaissance.

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"in Spain wrote two books. One was a collection of essays was titled, now I wonder why, The cards of the gambler. Literary and political essays were ... Finding no publisher, destroyed the manuscript as soon as I returned to Buenos Aires'

Jorge Luis Borges, An autobiographical essay

ABELARDO his sickly LINARES humanity sprawled in front of a flickering phosphorescent computer where a disturbing message: "The invasion fleet is approaching. Press enter to destroy Earth . " After submitting empires, conquer the New World and landed in Normandy, nobody was surprised that Abelardo explore space in search of stronger emotions. "Look how clever they are damn Martians," he lamented with a smile.

The library had a special animation that night because we had all left the conference spellbound read Abelardo Seville Provincial Council for the centenary of Borges. Actually the talk was rather short. Abelardo spoke of a forgotten Argentine writer Manuel Forcada Cabanellas, who had lived in Sevilla between 1919 and 1920, where he attended the birth of Ultraism and befriended the young Borges. If I remember correctly we were José María Conget, Vincent Tortajada, Pepe Seraglio, Alfredo Valenzuela and me. We all wanted to keep talking about Cabanellas Forcada, but Abelard put us in a bar until he left Martín García to your hotel. It was a January morning in the library was so cold on the street.

hojeábamos While Forcada curious book Cabanellas - In the literary world. Editorial Science (Rosario, 1941) - Abelardo focused once again repel the impending alien invasion. It was difficult to find the chapters on the social gatherings of the early century Seville, literary evenings Murillo Gardens and the humorous anecdote in which a teenager Borges thug stoned the house of the poet Luis Montoto Sevilla-official chronicler and herald of Holy Week in the company Isaac's Vando Villar and Adriano del Valle. But the passage that most interested us was that devoted to the trunk Cabanellas Forcada lost when he fled from Spain at the outbreak of civil war.

There were the quotes read by Abelardo: "Among the literary magazines, my inseparable companions and also my best file, my most expensive treasure that Madrid lost in my library along with steering wheel because of the fratricidal English war, were among others the complete collection of Greece , bound in two volumes with English and pastas with labels gilt backs. " I think it was José María Conget who read aloud the prayers of Forcada Cabanellas who find the magazines in his trunk endearing: "We must preserve the tenderness that require things loved and the objects involved in our own existence." When Jose Maria closed the book, we all remember the time he confessed to what tenderness Abelardo had respected the will of Cabanellas Forcada, holding up before the audience perplexed Greece a volume of bound English pasta and brown on the back labels.

"Copón, and you kill Martians," he complained Valenzuela moved. "Abelardo, please do and tell us how encrusted magazines," he urged Pepe Seraglio. Abelardo was pushing buttons in vain and firing missiles that barely scratched the aliens. Without taking his eyes from the monitor, Abelardo deplored the destruction of the American army and the poor Russian arms fire. "Since I only have the NATO troops " mumbled annoyed, "I'll lose again." Suddenly found that he still had a couple of nuclear submarines in the Arctic and launched a barrage of rockets at the mother ship, while revealing how an antique shop in Madrid offered the trunk with all its contents by just ten thousand.

- How can you know where that trunk? Vincent wanted to know.

- There, under a stereo "said Abel, who had just lost two submarines.

The five of us rushed over the trunk. All life was there, under our very noses and under piles of unpublished poems Abelardo receiving and usually thrown away unopened. Inside we found, in fact, bound volumes of Boards , Proa , Ultra and other magazines of those years, along with postcards, theater tickets, bundles of letters and some yellow envelopes we decided to open to the galactic indifference of Abelard. That was as it appeared the manuscript, typed on an ecru papers whose letterhead prayed "Cécil Hotel. Plaza de San Fernando, 15. Seville. " Would be about seventy or seventy-five pages, each annotated with calligraphy and lowercase English Borges. The title has left us speechless with amazement: The cards of the gambler.

Vicente dropped the crutches and fell in the first chair he found. José María Conget claimed that this was the literary discovery of the century and knew of at least three American universities could pay hundreds of thousands of dollars for the first work of Borges. Valenzuela Alfredo Abelardo not understand why there was no auction or already published the book, thus improving the terrible losses of the publisher. And Pepe Seraglio, organizer of the centennial tribute, he asked in a whisper if I had considered the possibility of putting in the hands of Maria Kodama. I, meanwhile, read a test of the manuscript, dedicated, I believe, to Baroja.

Abelard, who then fought the enemy ships with aviation Ecuador, muttered that the book was actually very bad, that Borges was right to destroy and of course he would not be who gave known. "But you knew he was here, chalice?" Valenzuela asked exasperated. "Yes," replied curtly, "Borges liked the view Cabanellas Forcada and handed the machine-copied manuscript of the original kept in a notebook. The bloody always wrote in notebooks. " Aliens were crushed and any manifestation of resistance and Abelard directed the cursor to the Arizona desert, where a secret bunker awaiting the order to spray Earth.

"I think I'll have to destroy the world," lamented Abelardo, thoughtfully stroking The cards of the gambler. "It's the only way to protect from their enemies," he said smiling. A sharp sound broke the silence of the library and the blast obliterated the invaders, while Borges and shredded paper fell on a broken deck.

" La Vereda " summer of 2000