The Estadio la Unión (AELU), in its 68 years of institutional life, housed countless stories within its perimeter. Stories of sporting triumphs, of goals in exciting arrivals, of romances that ended on a religious altar, of matches that in the end destroyed friendships, of encounters that united lives, of unfinished …
“Let's all laugh and enjoy, let's all enjoy the carnival, mascaritas let's dance with a triumphant rhythm. Let's rejoice Viceregal Lima, our Queens will have fun, and their laughter will cheer us up at the carnival. Carnival, carnival! is the general cry. Carnival, carnival, what unparalleled joy!” The past …
Year 1956. It was the year I dared to send a poem of my inspiration to the Peru Asahi Shimbun newspaper. What would be my surprise that my composition was published in the pages of the newspaper. That same year I sent another poem to the newspaper Perú Shimpo, which …
November is the month for fishing for tramboyos, those big heads the color of ripe mango that hide among the sand, stones and rocks. And as Pedrito Luna said: “Luchito, Luchito, the best tramboyos come out in Pasamayito.” Those bugs that the Japanese like in soy sauce, parboiled and hot, …
Letter to my granddaughter Karina and grandson Cristian:
Every morning, from my balcony, the AELU postcard gives me hope. The bright green of its fields, the tone of its stands, the rehearsal of its cars in the parking lot, the silence of its classrooms at school and the permanent memory of its members who have left. Far away, …
Three in the morning and the ringing of the clock did its job. Many homes in the country had their eyes fixed on the television and far, far away from the homeland, with the red and white in a rectangle of life that showed us the strength and talent of …
Twenty-seven years ago no one had the reason to call me old. Even though I was fifty-three, there were a good number of people in my environment who were considered elderly. The great AELU Tennis family was for me the beginning of practicing a new sport. I had never held …
Remember is to live again. Twenty years ago, he wrote a column in the newspaper Perú Shimpo called “Set point”, and he signed it as 'El Pibe'. My passion for tennis was at its peak and I had Mr. Mario Teves as support in the newspaper. This column was purely …
There are those who say that remembering is living again. And in these last years of life that I live, my life is through happy memories. Life has been so long in a matter of years and so short in the nostalgia that I feel again today. Childhood and youth …
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