WHO THE…?
Silvio Fuentes, also unknown as claroquesilvio, is Internet’s best positioned Silvio Fuentes, even preceding the Argentinian footballer who goes by the same full name and has a profile on ESPN with no stat whatsoever. The Silvio who paid for this website domain in order to keep securing his authority across the search results, is just a humble guy with a knack for writing and creating audiovisual content, who also happens to have the captivating voice of a telenovela star.
His first writing work would come up at age six. The Glutton Kid was exhibited at a literary fair curated by his second grade teacher, to which all of the parents attended except his. The author has decided not to reissue his controversial debut work in order not to provoke heavyweight supporting groups of the obese.
More than exhaustive, it’s an exhausting issue, packed with cacophonies and shocking images of a kid devouring everything in his wake, including the commas in the story. Shortly after, the novel author took a short break of approximately 12 and a half years so as to dedicate himself to normal activities of an infant and, thus, split his time between eating boogers and exploring, reluctantly, the classical music world, joining choirs and youth symphony orchestras in his native Valencia, Venezuela.
From a very young age, he would witness how morons get away with anything, when at age nine, seconds before his participation in a renowned regional singing festival, his music mentor, who also happened to be coaching another participant, told him that he’s not up to the competition. Taking courage, the kid went up on stage and proved the mentor right, as he certainly wasn’t prepared, giving a forgettable performance of a regional song that now, as a grown man, he whispers in slow motion, with a blank stare, when no one’s around.
The very little that he grasped from his music years was enough for Silvio to sing in tune, form and deform a rock band and record a three-track EP, acclaimed by the critics of his family circle, especially his hypercritic aunts.
When it comes to sports, he had a fleeting experience through baseball, when, at age four, during the first day of training, he witnessed, through his sobbing eyes, how his father abandoned the stadium for a couple of hours to go God knows where. Right at that moment, he decided to retire from amateur baseball and, consequently, from semi-pro baseball and pro baseball altogether.
As the years went by, however, baseball would become his favorite sport -either to brag or bore- and, ironically, the greatest link between his father and him.
The author, who assures these lines are not his doing, also alleges that, luckily, he’s past the trauma and, therefore, thinks it’s not necessary to repeat nor emphasize in bold that his father abandoned him, for a couple of hours, in the baseball field when he was only four years old.
Getting back to what concerns this space, which is unknown to most people, Silvio has always felt comfortable when writing, a doubtful statement, given he’s a leftie, whose paradox can be attributed to always using ergonomic mechanical pencils and writing from his bed.
Throughout his college years, he crafted news, reports and interviews for the school journals of Modern Languages and Mass Communication faculties at Universidad Arturo Michelena. Furthermore, he entered three writing contests. As the judges never had a clue which category his stories fell under, and as his pieces bring no value whatsoever to society, two out of the three earned honorary mentions, while the remaining one, a second place. At the same time, he served as a radio producer of a midnight show that no one listened to and wrote for a magazine that no one read.
2015 marks the year in which Silvio has gone the furthest in life so far, as he moved to Turkey. He also found himself at a crossroads, given that, when crossing the Bosphorus by boat, he would see Europe from one side and Asia on the other, and that, naturally, would make him wonder things, such as what time it was and whether he was going to make it on time to work.
And after thousands of kilometers traveled, agreements and disagreements, hearts conquered and heartaches, currently in Spain and tomorrow who knows where, here he is, aiming to shape a creative safe space, motivated by a pandemic that seemed to have no end, almost like this writing, and a couple of work experiences that made him realize that he was selling himself short.
If you’ve reached this far, let me ask you something: what’s wrong with you?, and while you’re here, let me invite you to check out the works that I’ve had the pleasure to share throughout this site.
