Facing the snow-capped mountains, he thought of the sea, the rain forest, and the desert. He wanted to write about the vastness of the world and the world.
Facing the refugees, he thought of the indigenous people, his sister, and his second brother. He wanted to write about how all living beings are suffering. +
Facing himself, he thought of his father, Deng Yan, and Zhang Yujia. He wanted to write about himself, but he had to do it by himself. +
At three o'clock in the morning on December 5, 2019, he was filled with emotions when he looked down at the brightly lit San Diego through the window. I originally thought that coming to Chile would be one step closer to returning to Argentina, but I didn't expect that I would be temporarily transferred to Peru. Maybe his life is like a boat, and the meaning of his existence is to move forward with a heavy load, sometimes riding the wind and breaking the waves, and sometimes the waves can stop the boat. In fact, what we encounter is not the harbor of destination. We can only continue to encounter glaciers, deserts, storms, clear skies, rainy nights, stars, wind, rain, islands, birds, sunset, and morning sun. Bearing weight is the necessity and condition for existence. If one day the boat of life no longer carries the weight, it may just rot on the beach. Perhaps only when one's own heart can punt can the wandering soul and sex have a port to land. +
Intention: inspirational autobiographical color, magical realism, metafictional narrative, father, redemption, growth, exotic Argentina, Colombia, seeing the world, seeing everyone,