Wilson
Mape Vanegas

I am a person who likes movies, especially about  fantastic adventures that slip through any subject. I like painting on brushes and brushes by sliding strokes on any surface; with multiple colors or just pencils, standing out in landscapes or human figure, specially portraits.

The food delights me, homemade, with flavors and mixtures that do not decipher its ingredients directly, but it feeds you to the soul. Likewise, the food from many places, from a friend's house, the school cafeteria, the Otraparte café and the restaurant where I almost always choose the same, casseroles, gratins or some dish that contains chicken.

What to say about music, not only do my ears enjoy it, my fingers dance it even though my feet don't coordinate much; the violins, the other strings, the winds and the percussions, form my favorite orchestra in certain rhythms that encourage me to believe that it is a universal language. Although I like one or another of their dialects.

And literature, especially children's stories, as well as micro-stories and anecdotes. Especially those texts that subvert the known endings, you look astonished and leave you with a smile because you were not expecting it. (I confess that sometimes I have been left with more than one book that I have not wanted to return).

Just a little and sometimes I write. I do it at times stolen from coming and going. But, every time I reread them, it seems to me that I know that clerk a little, and I like to reread him because we are still a bit alike, and sometimes.