Gabriel Lucatero

I saw Margarita at school one day, in the cafeteria. She was doing homework. It was Wednesday. I was wearing a blue Dodger's t-shirt, a black jacket I picked up…

God is like this child who whines at a diner, crying, making a tantrum, hoping his mom would listen to him and buy him that apple pie a la mode…

The first time I wore a suit was at the age of two, when breathing, sleeping, eating and pooping were the only things I needed to worry about. My mother…

Mr. Big Shot Quiroz looked like the Mexican version of Donald Trump; he had on a black suit and a red tie, a cellphone on his ear at all times,…

June took over the calendar and half of the year 2007 had faded away into oblivion. It was on a Thursday, at 10:34 in the morning, when I sat in…

Roberto was the first person to know about my first unsuccessful attempt at romance. As a choirboy goes to a priest, I went to him while he stocked a shelf…