kid in the eighties bohemian Sultana del Valle, I learned in the pages of Sunday Readings the experiences of a bully looking straight and trigger early , he deposited in his revolver balance confidence of his words sparingly. Strange reading for someone of just eleven years old, his father became angry when the boring is imbibed in the evening news, and still did not understand that reality sometimes is more cruel than any cartoon. Naturally, then little I care about the author, enjoyed the action without worrying about whether there was a creator behind the comic, but eventually discovered the inevitable name Fontanarrosa , associated with each shot of the dreaded mercenary.
Much later, when under the Hay Festival in Cartagena, Fontanarrosa was honored as the highlight of the event writer, was born to me its literary figure. It was only logical that this acerbic writer was not satisfied with the framing of the vignettes, and directing his words more intricate ways. In order to remedy the lack of his work, I turned to the search of his writings, sometimes with little success [in bookstores in my town I found not one of his books] but with great satisfaction and enjoyment to others [mainly in the author's web ] . I have rarely read an author so natural, so spontaneous in his prose, yet so rich in the management of the subject that occupied it. Especially football, perhaps his greatest passion.
Now when has left The Black pencils, perhaps in the maturity of his side writing, feels a lack of time to know and value it more, not me, I'm still discovering, but for all readers a fresh literature, created with simplicity and passion, as should be all good things of this world.
