Cerinto

Cerinto(1935-), pen name of the author, was born in Pontevedra, the city capital of his Spanish province, at eight o'clock in the morning one sunday of a year long ago gone, and that same day -I want to believe it- nothing more important happened in the world, at least in his parents home, I guess. He was their second offspring and a male for good measure, so they were not new on the task. He was born in a little room, south oriented and sunny, whose rather small window opened to a balcony where his uncle Lawrence, photographer by his profession, once had portrayed the entire family. When now the author looks at that photo, he feels sad, because almost anyone in it are already dead, they are no more alive, while at that time they were all young and lovely. Such is life, I guess, but nevertheless it is not a great consolation. His mother was a performer on the stage and taught him to perform also. That is why, later, he enjoyed being an extra on some films and TV programs. Meanwhile he grew up in some tiny villages, whose names like Cristiñade, Couso and Arnoso, sound a bit exotic, spent two summers in a row in some British student Work Camps and already graduated, after taking up abode in various european and south american places he returned home in 1975. He married venturously a Brazilian girl and in her womb he begot nine dear children. For forty years he taught in Spanish high schools, was a Nestle's translator in Vevey, Switzerland, and professor of Science in two Brazilian Colleges. In Switzerland, besides gambling from time to time in Montreux's casino, he learnt skiing and how to walk up some mountain like Le Pic du Midi without risking to much. His first short story, "The chase of a whale", won a literary award, a feat repeated the following years with two other short stories. Currently when he does not write nor dreams awake about the golden days already gone (où sont les neiges d'antan), he likes hiking around his native land and enjoys such wandering life, that is all.