valentin arce (Street Articles Author)
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Hi, everyone. My name is Valentín, from Argentina, and I live in Mar del Plata, a resort city at the Southern Atlantic Ocean. I run a familiar business along with my sister and brother. I got a kid of seven and my wife passed away two years ago. And such as everyone else I try to do my best. At my younger years I had the daring pretense of writing; and even though I devoted to this honorable craft all the efforts and skills I was able to do, my achievements could be considered at the lowest degree of any artistic critic. Then the roads of life led me towards different paths and that fascination for letters, words and phrases, as a dim and innocent juvenile affair, vanished into countless particles of the memory. And now, thanks to these two great guys, Carlson and Kyle, this flame inside of me has turned on again, may be not with the freshness and hormoneal impulse of youth, but with an intensity which encourages me to give it a shot, 'cause no matter what we're in, whatever we try to improve ourselves, it will be more than worthy from every single point of view.

Neldo's Way II
In spite of our irreversible wittiness, we're unable to make all the suspicions were focused on others guys. But deep inside we didn't intend to do the stuff was another person's fault. We're proud enough of ourselves to make another one will take all the glory away... As a matter…
By:  in  Arts and Entertainment  >  Short Fiction   Nov 04, 2015  
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Neldo's way (I)
It was not the only way we had to preserve our dignity, indeed... I mean, Neldo's way. And even though it was a hard thing of admitting, we had to get used to such a reality. Neldo's way! My, how dreadful! -"Let's admit it, let's admit it..." we said to…
By:  in  Arts and Entertainment  >  Short Fiction   Oct 22, 2015  
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Our Favorite Nigger (2)
A couple of books had taught him to have a dream, a longing. Into a torn bag which he carried wherever he was, he took away four books whose pages made his heart to throb. There they were at hand: Mr. Stevenson and his exotic treasure's seaching; the adventurous Twain;…
By:  in  Arts and Entertainment  >  Short Fiction   Jul 02, 2015  
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Our Favorite Nigger(1)
Every morning his brothers had to struggle to get him up. Always the same dilemma... During the planting and also in harvest time. In fact, because of this daily repetition of such an irritating nuisance, they swore to themselves and to each other, make him to desist of the pursuit…
By:  in  Arts and Entertainment  >  Short Fiction   May 19, 2015  
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A Wedding's Eve
"In no time I'll be another kind of person...- told to herself a pretty lovely lady as she was lying on her bed. She intended to light a cigarette; and she'd already done it in the same instant in which she remembered she had quited smoking. She just put it…
By:  in  Arts and Entertainment  >  Short Fiction   Apr 27, 2015  
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The Other Light
No, I can't really assure if he was somebody's friend... And yet we'd seen him talking to everyone in here... Saw him laughing to exhaustion; and also lent a hand when a Goddamned blind man needed to cross the street... In fact, given those light details, the sensation -at least…
By:  in  Arts and Entertainment  >  Short Fiction   Mar 11, 2015  
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A Matter Of Justice (2)
And I remember at the noon hour of a certain day, when my criteria was a miscellany stalked by hunger, I received the first issue of the week. It was a matter of blasphemy. The offender, I was told, was an individual who did not seem to be on his…
By:  in  Arts and Entertainment  >  Short Fiction   Sep 10, 2014  
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A Matter Of Justice (1)
I've lived well, I must say... Can not complain about it. Sometimes, in hours of deep silence, I think I can assert it because of my peers sayings, for they never seemed to me honest praises. It is also true that I could have been a victim and a user…
By:  in  Arts and Entertainment  >  Short Fiction   Jul 31, 2014  
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At the Traffic Light
And any given day is also the very first sigh of life. Right there, in those millionths of seconds and a few thousands of minutes vehement longings of a life are compressed. I will not say of desires 'cause they live in the dreams... It will be better, and even…
By:  in  Arts and Entertainment  >  Short Fiction   May 21, 2014  
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Just By Saying Hi!
It would be redundant to talk about the crucial vitality of greeting in human relations. That polite preamble which precedes to any dialogue, whatever its lenght, tone and subject. Weighing up in its exact measure the impact this letter of presentation provokes when it is expressed by any of us,…
By:  in  Self Improvement  >  Personal Growth   Mar 19, 2014  
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