escuincle: marcelo novo
  
 
 
 
 

childhood story

  
I had a very joyful childhood. I have lots of memories from that period of time and most of them are happy memories that include family and friends. Choosing just one story is difficult because I feel there were several aspects that formed my childhood. I remember my experiences as a Buscavidas (a go getter) and I fondly recall the times when the circus was in town. Including my ever-creative ideas to sneak in without paying. However, my chosen story has to do with a soccer field, not too surprising coming from Argentina! The story talks about a soccer field that we created in a small forest close to my childhood home, called Villa Bosch. This tale includes months of hard work, several weeks of soccer ecstasy and an unexpected conclusion. All of this coming from a group of four young children: El Bicho, Alejandro, Nenina, and myself.
 

featured artist: ivan segura writer/poet, méxico

 
 
“Ivan is a poet, not for what he writes, but for how he looks at life,
and how he inspires others.”
His muse
  
 
 
Story written by ivan segura, inspired by marcelo's childhood story
  
 
 

 

Revancha Gaucha

La verdad es que yo no recuerdo haber nacido. Lo que sí puedo afirmar categóricamente es que no es cierto lo que El Bicho afirma en sus memorias cuando dice que “el Marcelo nació en un día donde ni siquiera se vio el sol” porque digo, aparte de las connotaciones mundanas que eso trae, yo si quiero dejar bien claro que el día de mi nacimiento el sol no tan solo brillaba a su máxima expresión –provocando de esta forma los contrastes que tanto habrían de representarse en mis pinturas en el futuro- sino que, además, fue un día bello como pocos que se recuerdan en mi pueblo natal de Villa Bosch. El cual, dicho sea de paso, era un pueblo muy lindo y pintoresco y no un pueblo rabón como también lo afirmó el tal Bicho. Esta historia que me he decidido a contar servirá para poner en perspectiva algunos de los recuerdos de mi infancia que para algunos parecen tan distantes -sobretodo porque ahora vivo a mas de 3,000 millas de distancia (ja, que gringo me vi con esa métrica, si mi papa me viera escribiendo eso me diría que “no seas así, boludo, que la distancia se dice siempre en kilómetros y no en millas)… que vivo a mas de 4800 kilómetros de distancia, pues...

  

Gaucho Revenge

The truth is that I don't remember being born. What I can definitely claim is that what El Bicho states in his memoirs is not true, "Marcelo was born in a day when the sun didn't even show up" because, aside the mundane connotations that this evokes, I want to confirm that the day I was born, the sun not only shined bright high- causing the contrasts that later on would be represented in my paintings – but it was a beautiful day as well. One of the few that were remembered in my home town Villa Bosch. This was a very picturesque and cute little town and not a scarce town as Bicho also declared. The story that I have decided to tell will put in perspective some of my childhood memories, so far long distant – specially now that I live over 3,000 miles away (I couldn't help but chuckle as I wrote that gringo metric, if my dad saw me writing that he would've said "don't be like that boludo, distance is always measured in kilometers and not in miles)... okay, that I live over 4800 kilometers away...