The stories that comprise Hermanos Desierto are shaped by a voice conceived as a delicate and melancholic artifact. One that, under the pulse of time and routine, outlines a universe of characters that gravitates between the mundane and the irreparable: loneliness, disenchantment, betrayal, or death.

As we explore the author's geographical imagination—whether on a journey south, a visit to an unknown island, or wandering through the neighborhoods of Santiago—we seek to reconstruct the body of emptiness.

Without ignoring the fact that among the personal ruins, tiny illuminations emerge, flashes of light in the form of small affections, which make us suspect that perhaps at the end of the road, there is the possibility of relief and redemption.

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"The characters in Hermano Desierto don't shout, don't play sports, don't go to parties. They are shy people who have never reached the top, people of a temperate appearance who drag out time and shout in silence. Lonely people who don't want to be alone. Children, parents, hairdressers, students, siblings, pensioners, lovers: ordinary people, who watch their afternoon slip away or their lives crumble with the same indolent gesture. Without boasting, with respect or acquiescence, or perhaps, sincere resignation in the face of misfortune.

—Alejandra Costamagna