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		<title>violin</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Loneliness is not the broken violin, it is not the worn strings or the useless bow. Loneliness is the missing musician. *** 1 - &#8220;Sometimes it feels that your life is a game you play to make me feel more and more lonely&#8221; He said with his eyes fixed on something outside the window. She [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://volaverunt.net/blog/violin/</link>
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		<title>Short Story</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Here is my most harrowing tale: &#8220;Once upon a time there was a very sad and horrible story. And it didn&#8217;t end.&#8221;]]></description>
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		<title>Laudation of Mariana, a sort of late toast.</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Let me raise my Vegetarian Glass to make In Absentia, a rather late but simple laudation of my beloved niece Mariana, in the occasion of her marriage. She is universally considered beautiful &#8211; which she no doubt is; and sweet &#8211; to which again, I have no objection. But that is the outside, and the [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://volaverunt.net/blog/laudation-of-mariana-a-sort-of-late-toast/</link>
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		<title>Q  &amp; A in the land of transitions</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Bess, you is my woman. The fan blades absurdly turn, while winter continues outside, the coffee shop&#8217;s nutty air following its orders. This shop has no internet, I found out too late. But for all intents and purposes, I am alone too. Bess, is not actually my woman, you know? My woman is gone to [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://volaverunt.net/blog/q-a-in-the-land-of-transitions/</link>
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		<title>The rainy season is upon us&#8230;</title>
		<description><![CDATA[The rainy season is upon us, the people under the skies and the pathos of Vancouver Island. There is really only two seasons around here: the drier, tempered few days we call summer and the unending years that constitute each winter. The light dampens, the spirit sinks and the plants first get sickened by rot [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://volaverunt.net/blog/the-rainy-season-is-upon-us/</link>
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		<title>El Cervantes &amp; My Father</title>
		<description><![CDATA[My Father, Alberto Wainer has written a short history of the Teatro Nacional Cervantes, (Buenos Aires; Argentina). It has been published in its own website http://www.elcervantes.org. I highly recommend it if you read Spanish. Using the history of&#160; T.N.C. he explores the trajectory of Argentinean Theatre in general and &#8211; by extrapolation &#8211; its tangled [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://volaverunt.net/blog/el-cervantes-my-father/</link>
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		<title>Laughter and love</title>
		<description><![CDATA[&#8220;There had been a girl who had laughed with him, the laughter deep inside her throat&#8230;&#8221; Clifford D. Simak &#8211; A Choice of Gods. Laughing, we are told by Hans Ruesch in his book &#8220;Top of the World&#8221; (that I knew a long time ago by his Spanish title &#8220;El Pa&#237;s de las Sombras Largas&#8221;; [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://volaverunt.net/blog/laughter-and-love/</link>
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		<title>How will this all end up?</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I fantasize about suicide, I fear heart attacks, cancer, acts of agression or simple accidents. Yet I still ask myself constantly &#8220;how&#8230;?&#8221; and &#8220;when&#8230;?&#8221; as if the question didn&#8217;t actually mean &#8220;why would I ever&#8230;&#8221; &#8211; after all, I am the dreamer. I am scientific minded,&#160;you could say. I do not meant to imply I [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://volaverunt.net/blog/how-will-this-all-end-up/</link>
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		<title>There’s Something to talk about!</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Well, it seems to me right and proper to start at the beginning&#8230;. The beginning, of course, is an arbitrary point just like any other&#8230; but is also the best way to call the idea of immersing oneself in a story at once &#8211; and the beginning was&#8230; &#8230; most likely it was when Alice [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://volaverunt.net/blog/theres-something-to-talk-about/</link>
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		<title>Incipio</title>
		<description><![CDATA[In the beginning there was the Verb. And the verb was such that it shall not be pronounced in the company of children and women. Let us just say loosely that the Verb described an attempt at reproduction that while not often successful was nevertheless fun.]]></description>
		<link>http://volaverunt.net/blog/incipio/</link>
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