These simple strokes of hot ink should start by talking about a boy glued to a newspaper who dreamed of being a writer and who found himself behind a counter calligraphy of accounts on paper napkins to boost morale and please customers. I believe in what I wasn’t. I am Emilio Vara Dorado, a frustrated journalist by profession, but I earn my living as a psychologist in a bar. My passion is journalism and its literary aspects. I try to marinate my work with devotion. Between pieces of greasy paper and pages of ink, between sausages and words full of flavor of Seville very majá. I live very slowly, so slowly that time escapes me at dawn. The one who ignores the press is…