Alexis Ravelo was the best bald guy i’ve ever met in my life. On one occasion, having dinner at a meeting of writers in Fuerteventura, we sat together and he explained to me why it was better not to have hair than to have hair, and for a second, or maybe half a second, so as not to exaggerate, he made me doubt. He did amazing things with verbs and nouns.. Some things only he knew how to do, or, in any case, he was the best at it. He always had theories, stories, ideas at hand, as if they were lighters, or candies, or chewing gum that he carried loose in his pockets because they always come in handy.. He was smart, caring, and fun just in case.a special modality, perhaps the only one to be.
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Any author breathed easy the moment they arrived at an event with other writers and discovered that Alexis Ravelo was also among the participants. you saw it, and suddenly the bad thing had happenedeven though nothing had happened yet. It was, perhaps, the writer who treated another writer the best, the one who read his colleagues more generously, the one who always shone in the crowd, the one who amused the most writers, the one who cultivated the profession of writing with the most enthusiasm. He was the novelist who never sat still. You found him in Madrid, in Barcelona, in Gijón, in Getafe, in Cádiz, in Málaga, in Fuerteventura, in Tenerife, in Gran Canaria, in Madrid, in Valencia…
Nothing easier than to fall in love with Alexis. You see. That happened to all of us. Who knew him that he didn’t get to love himand that he was not dejected on Monday, when he learned of his death? The miracle was that Alexis wanted you! Admiring it was also very simple, because He was an exceptional writer, worried about not repeating himself and always upping the ante. I last saw him in Gran Canaria, in September, when seventy of us writers were left isolated in a hotel by the storm Hermine. How we laugh We were there to discuss a book for ten minutes. The one who spoke the least, however, used twice as much. Some reached forty-five. «I am going to use eight. The rest, for you », he told me. So now, in addition, I also owe you two minutes.