Spanish version.

Short Stories

A man discovers himself wandering through deserted streets in the middle of the night. He doesn't remember how he got there but he knows that dawn is far away, that it may never come. His obsession is revealed as he continues to move forward. Each obsession traps us, seduces us until we lose ourselves between the walls of a labyrinth that widens as we advance. Thus we find a novelist obsessed with a naked man in the middle of a biblical passage, a widower who looks at the Polaroids that his wife took from the clothes bought by catalog, the Cheshire cat claiming the embarrassment of his creator or a dull bureaucrat who has given up hope, all while God decides to take a Sunday break. The paths intertwine or fork at will, without the hope that some Icarus will take flight. Every inhabitant of this labyrinth has seen the wax that bound the wings to their back melt.

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