El Cero

short stories

Monthly Archives: April 2012


Sabes Que?

…Sapoy loves Benny


Competitive Sport

Kaly lost a bet.

Anyone can take a picture.

Cars and fun fights, but what do you look like when you’re sitting chatting to your Grandma? Can I come home with you and photograph what you look like there?

Do a photography project and you’ll learn a lot about yourself, what you’re good at and what you’re not so good at, both personally and in terms of the photography.

Why am I always photographing at night? There’s hardly any light, the photos are soft, it sometimes scary, it can be tiring and cold and wet.

These people seem so full of energy, it’s non stop. Imagine what they could do with all this energy.

Stories and stories and stories…

“My father didn’t give a shit about us. I’m 21 now, I met my father for the first time when I was 19.”

“I don’t know why she left me, she just got up and left, she took my baby.”

“I preferred to be on the streets with my friends than with her. Tom, I spent time with other girls.”

“My grandfather touched my mother, you don’t touch my mother. I beat the shit out of him.”

Too much of a cliche?

Kike drives very fast.

“Tom this is your house. Anytime you want to come, we’ll be here.” Don’t take it literally, but it’s a nice gesture. I think in Britain we’d say something along the lines of, “feel free to drop-by anytime”.

“For three or four years we were always fighting with the other gangs around the neighbourhood, it was everyday. When the drug violence started all the fighting between gangs stopped. People don’t want to be on the street corners so much, but also people get married and have children, it calms you down.”

“What would the people prefer, the fighting we had before or the gunfire we have now?”

“How many sobrinos do you have Dante?” “I have three and I have a daughter as well”, I’ve known Dante for 4 months and this was the first time I’d heard he has a daughter. “I see her every now and again, they bring her to the house for 10-20 minutes and then she’s gone.”