Jorge Ribeiro

Jorge Ribeiro, architect, graduated from U.N.C, Argentina. An aviator pilot by vocation and a writer by necessity, for I learned that writing is a tool and therapy of liberation—because, as someone once said, it is a pleasure that cannot be translated.

I write for myself, to feel my soul speaking, singing, or crying, and sometimes, to share it with someone else.

I was born in Mercedes, S.L., a small town in a small province of a great country: Argentina. A place that, in my memory, was almost perfect: a vast plain dotted with beautiful trees, old plane trees, and tall Carolina poplars.

My earliest memories cling to the landscapes of childhood, tied to emotions that time has beatified—that is, made happy, respectable, venerable.

Memory is a recollection of emotions: inevitably partial, insufficient, selective.

History, on the other hand, necessarily takes the form of a record.

Writing can be the amalgam between history and memory.

It is that marvelous place where lies are the tool through which we tell the truth.

Yet, as Dickinson wrote, one learns, when growing old, that no fiction can be as strange or seem as improbable as the simple truth would be.