I talk to my brother J. and have the same feeling of watching the images of Japan, the earth swallowing water tongue, people, houses. Between the end of the world and the Bible, the shares or boundless dimensions, Armageddon, the disaster.
I Clarín tales and I look for new textbooks for the next few weeks in a row where residents are and what they might be interested. Maybe it's something we need humor, Jardiel Poncela, Hue, Mihura, there is a selection in the library of the residence that we could use. From my father took out a second edition of the complete works of Machado brothers in red leather bound, Bible paper pages, copy 1258 of 3000, 1951. Angelina told me that for Soria, who is "subject" of reading next Thursday (we have set for 2 months), we read naturally to Antonio Machado. I put the books we read these weeks to go separately: Soria, Toledo, Alcarria, Galicia ... From Gerardo Machado Diego, The San Saturio santero "Gaya Nuño, Marañón, Cela, Cunqueiro ... you can enjoy both? Rereading you realize: it all comes back, or perhaps never left, I was.
I discussed yesterday with Angelina Gonzalo. That Spain might become poor and miserable. Maybe some types of before-the poet or the teacher who can not afford the loss-visit us again rejuvenated. You may never go away completely, a light veil of progress was not so, only money, nothing more than inflated euros, below the blue. Light weight, very little surface swimming. But it was superficial "We were not too many big things? On the one hand
Internet and google, ipad and mobile, the world at hand and, secondly, the poverty that is felt by little that is fixed, to repair. Eaters Madrid, Martinez Campos and others, packed, men dressed in a poor now teba embarrassing, are not immigrants and newcomers. The other day I was with some Ecuadorian Huelva who want to return to their homeland, all problems, how to make a living? Only worked in the strawberry, and with that background what will? Their children and unemployed young men and two generations of unemployment.
"It's the end of the world as we knew" me Gonzalo says. That little world of affluence, wealth, opulence in many cases, it crumbles at least in Spain. Nothing will ever be as before or will be many years. No work and background we have not yet touched, cowardly and inept corruption in government. Simple Hatred: barbarians, a barbarian, entering a Catholic chapel on campus.
Everything is already written, said and certainly accomplished. The story of Bugler "Changing Light", "If no God, everything is fine. If there is no God, everything is wrong, "repeated George Arial (" Clarin himself perhaps? I see the author in the character). I remember this morning friends Sunday. I will not lose hope. I can not lose. And much less being in contact with the young and old: I can not convey reluctance, boredom, darkness of soul.
Culture, faith and love. There are always miracles. It also said Antonio Machado. Reaches G. home.
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