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Fraudulent Fertilisation

Prologue

Ricardo Ludovico Gulminelli

Global Fiction

First publication: May 2002

http://badosa.com/n145-01

To be honest with the readers of this book, I must confess that the story which breathes life into it is not the fruit of my imagination. An old friend told it to me, melancholy and inebriated, on a night out drinking. His narrative immediately captivated me, the dramatic nature of its circumstances made an impression on me. When I saw him again a few days later, I asked for his permission to write this novel incorporating his experiences. He took the opportunity to state that his tale had been a delusion caused by alcohol. However, with a wink of his left eye, he told me that I owed the paternity of the idea to him.

So he insisted that he should provide the prologue for this work with a poem that he had dedicated to Mar del Plata when he was young. I accepted his proposal without acquainting myself with further details, keeping my growing curiosity in check. Later I found out about many more things which I cannot reveal because they would affect third parties. I can only say this to you: although I am not in a position to state that the events described herein really took place, I can certainly guarantee that THEY COULD HAVE TAKEN PLACE...

Ricardo Ludovico Gulminelli

THE SCENE OF THE EVENTS
MAR DEL PLATA

You doze, lying back in the night,

overflowing with lights and scents.

The waves kiss you, my beloved,

with lips blue and briny.

Breathed in on the deserted beaches is

the nostalgic absence of voices,

the rain makes you fertile with friendly tears.

Festooned with grass, with rocks and flowers,

thus you rest.

Sensual and adolescent,

your heartbeats bathe in purest foam,

they transport melodies, fly high and far,

travelling on the sea wind...

You slowly stretch, warming up as day breaks.

The sun awakens you, but still you dream.

You lavish hopes, take memories from your gallery,

sow magical sentiments...

City, you are my bride, synthesis of a sunny yesterday,

refuge of warm loves shipwrecked in time.

Bewitching, you make destiny yours,

offering your rapture of songs.

Roberto Burán

Translation: Peter Miller (© 2002)