Tag: literature

Another year goes by, and another handful of pages are ready to grow old. It is a pleasure to say goodbye and abandon them, to forget about them, and thus free from the obligation that chains to them. More than that: it is pleasurable to see that habit is now an ally, and the previous uncertainties and oscillations are gone. There is a body that expands, that completes itself; and only by having it permits distancing and better appreciating the recent pages. The excitement has stabilized at a good level, and the future is less worrying than the present. Is just to keep going…

After all, what matters is to look back and smile. It is analyzing the work and judging it, if not good, fair. And to see that the intention was not corrupted, and that we did not run away from what had to be done, and that it was done. If the work done now displeases, if it does not fit in with today, that is also good, because change is good and it is good to learn. All that matters is to look back and smile.

With thermometers hovering around forty degrees, it’s hard to decide to write, or study, or anything else instead of sending ardent supplications to God to burn it all down and end this world once and for all. Spring, spring… oh, you hateful thing! And even if one seeks inspiration to overcome the agonizing thermal sensation, it does not come, because one must first take another shower, drink more and more water, rest in the hope that the body will cool down and then it will be possible to think again. Perhaps that is why it has been said many times that, in order to flourish, the intellectual should settle in a temperate climate. The tropical is his enemy, as it accentuates his sensations and pushes him to… Flourish, God, flourish! Get out of these lines, intrusive verb…