'm usually a pretty peaceful but I am aware that I am as sympathetic as peaceful. For example, I remember that neither my grandfather nor I were able to withstand the stark images of war on the news without feeling a knot in the stomach, or share a tear. I think that's one of the main reasons why I prefer the company from paper to images, I guess Porges, however rich it may become my imagination, is usually not as raw and bleak in its speech as real-time images of extreme pain and suffering of others. Another question are the newspapers, of course, but this kind of reality on paper, physical or digital, in most cases, more resembles that of a megalomaniac fantasy that simple reality.
I have come to regard the books so close that some, for me almost, almost like people (I'd say Carmen Loman .) There are some that I treasure like a family member, someone who wants me goodnight, even there more than once come to me for some beers. Of course, in my small circle of friends there is always someone new, someone to know that soon becomes an indispensable part of my cosmology.
Those who remember with more affection make me feel happy just seeing them in the window of a bookstore. I enjoy finding them in the lists of the hundred best-selling, finding a new paperback edition or marveling at all the languages \u200b\u200bthat embellish their stories. But books are like people, or almost. Because if either should not judge a book by its cover, neither should the author. There are great books by authors with which they share or a used Kleenex and hand books of very bad people that I would not mind starring in one of those stories of eternal love of films in black and white. However, other, others arise in mine champion of freedom and non-violence, killer cravings. Other rashes occur to me its very existence and success repatea me fed me liver and ulcers.
will say it's envy.
I will say.
And since I'm not Nacho Vegas will tell you it's not true. That is not jealous, I know that my writing is mediocre and he grows insufferable platitudes believing the new Prometheus. I bid you say that their success. That's right. And it's true. But I have said I am peaceful, I have not mentioned Mother Teresa as a model of life.
I do not mind, mind you. Best will be picking on a book with those around us how insignificant minutiae such as who has set the table, or who listening to reggaeton (well, you may be thinking of me reggaeton).
The truth is that it is seen that book, is to hear about it or feel close and I fall a terrible desire to offer a tribute to Bradbury, or blue paper pail of white pages, or defacing Hitler puppets in the library copy. Anything, anything, so as not to hold its jingling bluestocking poisoned life and books.
I am a peaceful person, but today, today, I met with him three times under three different arm and in my office, an attacker who likes to feel at home has left on my table, wide open wide.
I wish, indeed, be a little Gandhi, but today I won Bakunin.
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