LUVINA

Luvina 57 / Originales en Inglés

They tell me I’m Mexican and Seminole and carry the aura of a lean voluptuous beauty. That my face is tanned like fragments of rye, that my waist is a finely spun silver wich vibrates. Of course, I have never seen my schema whole on, or witnessed my own proflle, or visuallytested my own emetics… Seguir leyendo Diary As Sin / Will Alexander

Luvina 57 / Originales en Inglés

Now, the old neighborhood is feared and avoided, even by the people who live there. Although stores wait for customers right down on the Boulevard, people drive to the South Bay, or even over to the Westside, to see a movie or to do their weekly shopping. The local places sell third-rate furniture and last… Seguir leyendo Southland (Prologue) / Nina Revoyr

Luvina 57 / Originales en Inglés

Ana had waited until the afternoon, when her father got up, to ask him about moving into Deliz’s apartment. If an outside chance of getting his okay existed, it would probably be at this point, not in the morning when he returned home and wanted to eat and then to sleep, and not at night,… Seguir leyendo Ana, Summer 1994 / Michael Jaime-Becerra

Luvina 57 / Originales en Inglés

A witness to evil, a voice for the silent, and a timeless symbol of resolve now sings to us across the decades. The editors of TIME played your voice for me, singing an old song, adding annotations, photos, maps, and quotations. You sang without the instruments you loved, without anyone else's vocals to cover yours.… Seguir leyendo A Witness to Evil / Mathew Timmons

Luvina 57 / Originales en Inglés

Perú Cantu took in the row of three-story flats in front of him like a wizened old eagle, through narrow eyelids, mouth opened. He focused on a weathered garage structure situated behind an apartment complex of more than 100-year old graystones in a  destitute section of Chicago’s Humboldt Park.        The garage didn’t appear… Seguir leyendo This Cold, This Bitter Cold / Luis Rodríguez

Luvina 57 / Originales en Inglés

Even the crickets were not the same, here in California. Their heads were too large, their antennae long like an old man’s stray eyebrow hairs. The crickets wandered around the hotel grounds as if they knew no one would eat them.    Until a few months ago, Araceli had collected small crickets for her grandmother, who… Seguir leyendo Tesoro / Susan Straight

Luvina 57 / Originales en Inglés

I live in Los Angeles, a city that’s much maligned but to my eye is an enchanted place – a city of hummingbirds, long bright boulevards, explosions of bougainvillea, fruit trees heavy with avocados and figs. No matter where you are, you can see three things hovering off in the distance: mountains, a little gathering… Seguir leyendo Los Angeles, California / Sarah Shun-Lien Bynum

Luvina 57 / Originales en Inglés

One Saturday morning, I find myself in the first car of a Metro Red Line subway, rolling from Hollywood to Universal City, directly underneath the Cahuenga Pass. To my right, my seven-year-old son Noah presses up against the front window, peering forward down the tunnel as he pretends to be the driver, while behind us… Seguir leyendo Universal City (An excerpt from the book The Myth of Solid Ground) / David L. Ulin

Luvina 57 / Originales en Inglés

«How about writing for the movies?» My lover, Gail, and I had just gotten teaching jobs in Los Angeles and a famous Hollywood screen agent, Geoffrey Sands, had my phone number before our furniture arrived.      «I want to finish my next book,» I said. «And learn to surf.»     «What did they pay you for… Seguir leyendo Collapsing with the Stars: Literary Life Under the Hollywood Sign / Chuck Rosenthal