Felisberto Hernández, one of the most important writers of fantasy short stories in Latin America, writes his stories, which unfold like a dream, combining the melancholy of a solitary person with catalytic humor, using his personal experiences as raw material: a writer who indifferently reads his stories in front of an audience that bores him, a balcony that commits suicide out of jealousy, a petite lady mourning her lost love while listening to piano music in a dark dining room, the anxiety of a pianist just before starting his first concert, the adventures of a horse that was once a human, a green stone that evokes childhood memories, furniture and objects that hide secrets, quirky women and mysterious houses, this is his world. WRITTEN ABOUT THE BOOK Felisberto Hernández is a "sniper"; he resembles no other European or Latin American writer. ITALO CALVINO If I hadn't read Hernández's stories in 1950, I wouldn't be the writer I am today. GABRIEL GARCÍA MÁRQUEZ