Etceteramente

Blank pages, missing chapters, a reader who rebels, a writer eager to write a sublime work, a journey through the inner afterworld, rebels against urban speculation and revolutionaries in search of the writer, letters to a dead writer, the director of a publisher who doesn't give a damn, a deal with the devil, a literary sect that is governed by the book "De catro a catro"... "Etceteramente" is absolute nonsense: indescribable, indefinable, inexplicable, unforgivable... A tribute to the creative power of literature. We are faced with a literary cocktail of questions: who writes?, who reads?, for what?, how?, what? "Etceteramente" is an unfinished artifact that will never have an end point because it will continue in other books written by other writers and other readers. But it also embodies a sadness and a hope, the sadness of the loners who take refuge in literature in search of solace and the hope that literature will provide us with a home: a space of doubt and contradiction, of criticism, of reflection, of rebellion against nothing , of broken mirrors, a window to the world... A home with open doors.