"Anti-novel", "Chronicle of a Madness", "A Violent Shake by the Collar", "Something Like an Atomic Bomb", "A Call to Necessary Disorder", "A Gigantic Witticism", "A Murmur". These are just a few of the countless things written about "Hopscotch", the novel that Julio Cortázar began dreaming of in 1958, which was published in 1963 and since then has changed the history of literature and shaken the lives of thousands of young people around the world. Filled with literary ambition, vibrant, with innovative writing tools, demolishing the establishment and seeking the roots of poetry, "Hopscotch", for over half a century now, continues to be read with curiosity, awe, astonishment, interest, or devotion.

"We were not in love, we made love with detached skill and critical spirit, but then we fell into those terrible silences, the foam of the beer in the glasses would cut, the beer would warm and go flat, while we looked at each other and felt that this meant time. In the end, Maga would get up and take aimless walks around the room. More than once I saw her admiring her body in the mirror, touching her breasts like Syrian statues, and with her eyes slowly caressing her skin. I could never resist the temptation to call her close to me, to feel her lean slowly over me, and again to be torn, after that moment when she had been so alone and so in love in front of the eternity of her body."