Etiket: merino
Champions League, Real Sociedad-Psg 1-2: double Mbappé and Merino
The French champion, with a goal in each half, extinguishes the Basque ambitions, repeating the result in Paris. In the final Merino’s useless goal Madrid correspondent Filippo Maria Ricci March…
Drowned to ruin for a love scam, by Olga Merino
The triple homicide of Morata de Tajuña shares overwhelming similarities with another episode of the black chronicle that occurred in 1956: the crime of Mazarrón. Based on those events, Fernando…
Wagner, the twilight of the gods, by Olga Merino
I go down to get the bread, the newspapers, a melon, and on the way I notice a banner with the announcement of a concert that has already passed: “Twilight…
Waiting for a rainy Sunday, by Olga Merino
Wishes for Sunday: let it rain freely on the world and see my mother. Mother’s Sunday. The first two lines of the column have already been written, of 2,500 characters…
Saint George | Ruby red wine, like dragon’s blood, article by Olga Merino
He craft of writing. The messy table. Books, clippings, notebooks upside down. A photo of Onetti and another of Mercè Rodoreda, both in black and white. A plastic cigarette, with…
The super agent Carmen Balcells already has a place, by Olga Merino
From now on, the Gabriel Garcia Marquez Library in the district of Sant Martí, will shine in its signs the name of Carmen Balcells, with whom the city has settled…
Putin, between Pinochet and Milosevic, article by Olga Merino
That October 16, 1998, nobody, nobody, expected that Augusto Pinochet was detained at the London Clinic, in response to the international arrest and extradition order issued the day before by…
Grandfather Cebolleta talks to teenagers, by Olga Merino
Grandpa Chive, the most veteran will remember, he had a bandaged foot for gout, he sported a prophetic beard and released some scorching embers. Everybody shunned him in the ‘DDT’…
The invisible architecture of everyday life, by Olga Merino
I haven’t given foot with a ball for three weeks, since I He gave me a jamauco because of a medicine, and the days eat me up by the feet,…
Trains that do not enter the tunnel and other nonsense, by Olga Merino
I like islands, or the idea of them, and diaries, so about a month ago, when I found out about the existence of a certain book, I went crazy looking…