El porvenir de mi pasado

Beware: Restless ghosts who shoot guns and dream the dreams populate the pages of this book, pages that are also inhabited by women and men who, like the flickering light of a candle, oscillate between darkness and light. Every one of us has a secret to tell, we have all been children and will all grow old, all of us have doubted the reality of dreams and have kept our darkest thoughts hidden deep inside ourselves. Only Mario Benedetti s limpid and crystalline hand is capable of writing stories that shed light on our feelings without the need of intermediaries.