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Prologue
There are inheritances that give life.And others that redefine it. I did not inherit light.I inherited the possibility of losing it. This is not a complaint. It is a testimony. A record of what it means to livewhen the horizon is uncertain,and dignity remains non-negotiable. This is not a story about blindness. It is a…
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Where I Learned to See
My mother was not only a tormentto the man who was my father — she was a stormthat reached everyone around her. She was an alcoholic.Violent. And I, her only child,was the reason for her anger. I do not drink.I never have. But I learned very earlywhat alcohol could doto a person. During the day,she…
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Between Silence and Violence
My mother was a brilliant lawyer.And a frustrated opera singer. Her father, born in Greece, never allowed her to sing. She built a life of intellect —but something inside her remained unresolved. She practiced law in Tartagal,a small town in northern Argentina,near the Bolivian border. That is where she met my father —a high-ranking military…
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How Music Came Into My Life
I never listened to lullabies. My mother, a lawyer and lyric singer—a Wagnerian soprano—used to sing alongside Birgit Nilsson.And yet, those voices did not disturb me. They were, simply, music. Music for my ears,for my heart,and for my soul. These were the only recordings that existed in my home when I was a child. They…
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Why I Need This Surgery
I am not asking for privilege.I am asking for a chance. I am at risk of losing my sight. There are two surgeries that could save my eyes,and my ability to see. Everything I am depends on that. At Bellas Artes, they used to call me “Colorpedia”. They would show me almost identical shades of…
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This Is What My Eyes Do
This Is What My Eyes Do I am not only asking for help. I am showing you what is at risk. I am a visual creator. I work with light,with texture,with color,with detail that most people do not even notice. These images are part of my work and my life. Opera,set and costume design,painting,visual research,books,architecture,atmosphere.…
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When a Miracle Needs Hands
If you wish to support me, you can do so via Western Union or MoneyGram. There are moments when we wait for a miracle. But sometimes, the miracle does not come down from the sky.It happens here, among us. Through the hands of others.Through empathy.Through a gesture. This is one of those moments. I do…
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Two Surgeries. One Chance to Keep My Sight.
I am at risk of losing my vision. There are two surgeries that can save my eyes: • Cataract surgery with premium intraocular lensesMy natural lens (crystalline lens) is no longer transparent.It must be removed and replaced with premium multifocal intraocular lenses that can restore my ability to see. This choice is permanent.The eye can…
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On Light, Art, and Those Who Make It Possible
Along this same line of thought —which I also recognize in: Diego Barbosa-Vásquez’s work— light is not merely a stage resource, but a way of thinking. There are artists who illuminate the stage.And there are others who build the conditions for light to exist. In a time where art often risks becoming isolated from real…
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Esclarmonde: A Voice That Rewrote the Work
Even the name breathes allure and mystery. There is a persistent tendency to approach Esclarmonde as one more late-19th-century operatic artifact—an exotic, Wagner-tinted fantasy shaped by spectacle, orchestral richness, and sensual dramaturgy. But this perspective, while not incorrect, remains fundamentally incomplete. Esclarmonde is not merely a work built upon a libretto. It is, more radically,…
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