"He explained that as a child he used to accompany his father to the National Library and, too shy to ask for a book, which merely took from the shelves of an open volumes of the Encyclopaedia Britannica and read whatever he happened ce vo under the eyes. Sometimes he was lucky, as when he said, had chosen the De-Dr <
-Con-Borges A. Manguel
One thing I can not stand is the TV.
It 's almost always useless and annoying drowsiness that gives me a few minutes after I send in the death phase of starvation. Jelly in the neuron sends me short and since I have one I think is better to avoid looking at it, also because I like finding a channel that I really tired and I'm lazy when I spread on a sofa or the like.
All this preamble is useless to say in passing that recently I saw a cartoon which seemed vaguely know. Obviously I did not stop nor did I stop. It 'been the case. I was asked to change the channel. So I had to turn that phone Mephistopheles and paf. FLASHBACK.
I must have been like 6 years ... are living in my house and I think it's on TV Saturday night because there is Bagaglino (the Bagaglino makes me think of Saturday night). I am in a corner of the room and I'm playing with the house of ghostbusters ..
There are also voices (my dad?) That is late or something. I find it amazing that until a moment ago I could not remember absolutely this cartoon, nor have ever played with dolls and haunted house:)
smile even more because if you think about it I'm not sure that this is true. Maybe it was another house and other figures. boh. I like this uncertainty. I especially like this randomness. It 's all controlled by the case?
few days ago did not know how I "discovered" a book that might interest me. He spoke of a man, Alberto Manguel (then boyfriend), which for a time was home for him to read Borges (Borges became blind after age 50). In 2004 he published a booklet entitled Manguel with Borges.
His experience is wonderful and now the reader (me) is captured by the strength of the book so much that really seems to be there to Buenos Aires in 1964 to listen to Borges. I think it's a wonderful thing.
As one door, three-dimensional Once inside you on a place that does not exist, but that it existed.
I can not help but think that I would like another door that takes me back to a house at a time, but especially to a person. E 'May a great month and I miss her. I miss that scent, the melody of a voice that I can remember only a dream. I miss those stories, expressions and games. I miss those days and there is no door, nothing written me back to those days. There are only memories, but in my head and sometimes I'm afraid to forget.
So I close my eyes and now I seem to feel that perfume and I want to talk, so ... as if no time had passed, as if you were still here and although I can not even kiss you maybe you're really with me.
hello m.
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