Honourable Mention, October 2011 Photo Contest
Paquadorian Art, Science and Social Life
Don Oswaldo Carnicero Ballenar won the Nobel Prize in Literature in 1156, like he states in his biography "Yo soy yo...soy el numero Uno...Marta date vuelta y te vacuno".
He had a son called Oswie Jr., he was a writer too and from the best kind, the unrecognized ones, the underrated ones.
Tired of the constant abuse from the press, accusing him of wasting his Father's fortune with Paris Hilton and Captain Totti in Las Vegas; while never showing a single page (of in his own words) "sublime art". He wrote his historical "Opus 1" a cold night the 30th day of february in a lost Motel in Nevada...
The single page work of art prays: "I have better things to do..."
...according to the authorities he died that precise night for reasons that remain unknown till today, surrounded by a dead Malasyan elephant, three gipsy midgets, Elvis Presley, Marcel Marceau, 300 condoms a bottle of Paquila, some wine a couple of giant watermelons and Giuly...
his last words are kept recorded till today in the local pharmacy answering machine, with him insulting in Bukowski's style asking (in what appears to be some sort desperately mode) for some past midnight vaseline delivery...
"De cada 10 personas que ven televisión...5 son la mitad"