...a San Francisco en busca de mi corazón, pues se quedó aquí hace dos años.
Lo único que he encontrado ha sido que aquí sólo dejé medio corazón. Y ahora he perdido el otro medio.
Monday, December 28, 2009
Friday, December 4, 2009
Why not in English?
A Long Post...
...Telling things and stopping living nothing to imagination. The thing is that there have been so many things, that the problem is to not know where to start. The trick? Learned years ago at college, from the words of a wise man:
So I’m throwing myself into the void:
Morning. Brightness becomes noticed by caressing my eyelids. The knot of sheet doesn’t protect me against the cold, but having it tight around my body makes me feel good. The wood floor creaks in time to the steps of those who are already awake. Sound of cups, water… and a line. A line that succeeds in getting a half-sleep little lazy girl out of bed. A line that has been successful for years, no matter how early it was. Two words that always cause the same effect: Creaking of springs, struggle against blankets, cold barefoot in the cold floor, a race through the window, a nose against the glass, a smile in the lips. And the result is always the same: coffee smells better, toasts are even nicer, and silence- that embraces everything around, fill the ears of those who want to listen.
It is still a magic line, even in a different language.
It’s Snowing!.
...Telling things and stopping living nothing to imagination. The thing is that there have been so many things, that the problem is to not know where to start. The trick? Learned years ago at college, from the words of a wise man:
You have always to go from particular to general. Advancing little by little and
unraveling a mystery.
So I’m throwing myself into the void:
Morning. Brightness becomes noticed by caressing my eyelids. The knot of sheet doesn’t protect me against the cold, but having it tight around my body makes me feel good. The wood floor creaks in time to the steps of those who are already awake. Sound of cups, water… and a line. A line that succeeds in getting a half-sleep little lazy girl out of bed. A line that has been successful for years, no matter how early it was. Two words that always cause the same effect: Creaking of springs, struggle against blankets, cold barefoot in the cold floor, a race through the window, a nose against the glass, a smile in the lips. And the result is always the same: coffee smells better, toasts are even nicer, and silence- that embraces everything around, fill the ears of those who want to listen.
It is still a magic line, even in a different language.
It’s Snowing!.
Thursday, December 3, 2009
Un post largo...
...Que cuente cosas y no deje todo a la imaginación. El caso es que han sido tantas cosas, que el problema es no saber por donde empezar. ¿Cuál es el truco?... Aprendido hace unos años en la facultad, de las palabras de un sabio:
Siempre hay que ir de lo particular a lo general, avanzando poco a poco y
desentrañando un misterio.
Así que me lanzo de cabeza:
Mañana. La claridad se hace notar acariciando los párpados. El nudo de sábanas no protege del frío, pero reconforta al tenerlo ceñido sobre el cuerpo. La madera del suelo cruje al compás de los pasos de los que ya están despiertos. Sonido de tazas, agua correr... y una frase. Una frase que consigue levantar a una niña media dormida que está remoloneando en la cama. Una frase que ha conseguido despertar a esa niña durante años, sin importar lo temprano que fuera. Dos palabras que siempre surten el mismo efecto: Crujir de muelles, pelea contra las mantas, pies fríos sobre el frío suelo, carrera hacia una ventana, nariz contra el cristal, sonrisa en los labios. Y las consecuencias son siempre las mismas: el olor de café es mejor, las tostadas están más ricas, y el silencio, que todo lo abraza, llena los oídos de los que quieran escuchar.
Sigue siendo una frase mágica, aunque sea en otro idioma:
It's Snowing!
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