Publications

There's a guy in the mirror who looks at me with his rabbit face. Once a year. Always on time. Since 1989. He comes to see me when the new special edition arrives for the San Sebastian Horror Festival. He watches me. He gives me a crumpled sheet of paper. It is dirty, and full of strange drawings of films, monsters, books, cinema and nightmares of joy and death. He smiles. He rubs his ears and disappears. I feel cold. I feel good.