Jose Carlos Soto

The revision of Carpa 133 is now available for download, this is the last of the old volumes that I will review. As I have already been commenting, more than once, this number will serve as a prologue to this new season.

Throughout this week I will publish Carpa 1588 and finish the revision of Carpa 1808 and resume work on Carpa 1408. Before the Christmas holidays I hope to publish Carpa 1918, the second photographic volume of this season.

Let Analia comment, from her intro, on Carpa 133:

From left to right, the entire old photography editorial team, the three guests in the back. In the second line, in front, the author with an artistically carved basket and cane.
-Well, that's simple, blood sausage in horizontal variation and we shoot up the forest, despite the early season, the results will amaze you. Satisfied black cat smile and we cross the narrow road.
-But wasn't it a mouse, fat black and bad?
-Not bad, fat, black and unable to comb his hair in the morning.
Sagrario rolls down the hill between laughter and shouts of joy and kisses her guest, covered in pinnace, to reassure her, when she gets up.
"She has monkey ears," Consuelo points out, but she looks nice. I give up following her, her training in her fleet makes her advance with great strides and I have left her to her own devices for a while, I prefer to stay with Luisa who seems lost among so much fun for young intellectuals.
-I hadn't realized the cute ass of Marisol's guest, is that the redhead that Paquita mentioned in the intro of 3098?
-Yes, it seems, weeks ago, when she returned from vacation, she plucked up her courage and here we have her, decidedly, I would have taken her anywhere but here. Marisol says that the unexpected triumph came when she found out about her admirer's job in the Carpa newsroom.
Decidedly or not, that can't be good, but the author and Paquita smile looking at the ground.
Dorita occupies the left flank of the morcillera string, in silence, from time to time, she bends down and methodically cleans her prey, following the author's advice, she has provided herself with a razor with a brush included and a sharp curved blade. The two of them are the only ones who almost fill their baskets, the new lovers, they are on their own and barely pay attention to their surroundings, so I decide to join my three editors.
Adoration screams as if the gates of hell had been opened: -a terrace, a terrace! she repeats like crazy and everyone races to her position, I prefer to walk, totally, they're not going to go anywhere and I'm not in for a crazy ascent and confronting Pedro Botero.
-Well, with these we make the day, we can go up to the second terrace I told you about and have lunch in the shade. Consuelo immediately accepts and they throw the two up like artificial creatures from the crystal tower.
She waits, at the top of the terrace, smiling. Upon arrival, a kiss and a light caress on my butt.
-The other afternoon, I was reviewing the files hosted on the server and discovered, with surprise, the presence of an early version of Carp 133. As I had just worked on 74, a lot of memories came back to me, you will remember that, in a certain way , 133, was the origin of Carpa 74 and on Friday at noon, while waiting for all of you to arrive, I sat down in front of “Jacinto” and suddenly, I found myself working and restructuring the old edition.
-You already know that Cobweb of references was a photo-poetic project that, based on fragmented images and texts, weaved the story of what happened during a short space of time in a distant spring. Realizing that this was the last of the Carpa that we had not reviewed, I thought it would be appropriate after the publication of 74, to review this issue of the magazine as the last link necessary to start the new season with Carpa 1588.
While he was speaking, Jose Carlos seemed to be looking at a stone as a necessary interlocutor and turned on his device with a smile and a mouth full of tortillas.
-Look at it and if you see it appropriate, on Monday you have it ready to replace the forgotten number. This time I have preferred to work alone and although Paquita and Dorita appear referenced, they only helped me with some practical doubts when using depending on which programs. I wanted to make it as it was at the time, in the solitude of my studio and without any editorial support.
I couldn't prevent the small screen from circulating from hand to hand and everyone giving their opinion about the work, to make my author a little angry: -Don't pay attention to so many congratulations, at this time everyone is a little drunk. Despite my jokes and jokes, the work was worth it and Soto had managed to update his project without breaking the spirit with which it had been conceived.
For dessert, in reality, it was just a light lunch before dinner, but everything was already lost and we had to get carried away and we would see how we would get to Soto's house, on the other side of the forest, to prepair the collected mushrooms.
-It has to reach me this Sunday, so that way, I will be able to include this brief intro in time to upload it on Monday. Leave the file open and I'll finish exporting it. Free yourself for a few days and at the end of the month, you get off and we plan the first winter.
Coming back, Consuelo takes my hand and takes care of the empty basket before going down the stream.
- Monday morning, we'll still be here.