MARINA OPPENHEIMER BOOKS AND BLOG

" Telepathy is considered a type of extrasensory perception (psi), … there is no conclusive evidence that telepathy occurs naturally without technological assistance. Research continues at the intersection of neuroscience, consciousness studies, and quantum physics, exploring whether subtle, non-physical connections between minds might exist (Amiettkumar, Science News Today.)” “Mi tío Vincenzo vivió con nosotros hasta que murió, a la edad de 56 años, de un ataque cardíaco en la provincia de Córdoba donde había ido a pasar unas vacaciones. En realidad, no era tío de mi hermano y mío, sino que era un tío de mi madre que había adquirido para ella la figura de padre. Esto había ocurrido cuando, de joven, mi madre se había enterado de que mi abuelo había hecho sufrir mucho a mi abuela con sus interminables aventuras amorosas, y entonces decidió reemplazarlo en sus afectos por su tío. Tío Vincenzo era un soltero empedernido que había tenido que irse de Italia porque, durante la época...

A few years ago, due to my divorce, I moved from Coral Gables to Miami Beach. While living right on the beach by the sea brings me a lot of serenity and joy for life, the fact that in Miami Beach it’s very hard to make new friends annoys me. It was then that a former work colleague suggested introducing me to one of her friends who, coincidentally, lives very near me and is also from Argentina. After my colleague gave me her name and phone number, I sent her a text message and we both decided to meet for dinner at a nearby restaurant. While at this stage of my life I prefer to have lunch rather than dinner, my colleague's friend replied that she was very busy with work during the day and that having lunch was not an option for her. So we agreed to have dinner instead. On the day we were supposed to meet, I arrived at the restaurant a little early and decided to wait for my future friend while enjoying a glass of chilled white wine. And so half an hour went by without her showing up...

Cuando la playa se encuentra solitaria y vacía, mis recuerdos se borran y se duermen mis penas. Cuando nadie pisa esa arena blanca y las aves se entregan a su silencioso vuelo, mi alma se adormece con el ruido del agua