Today they fought. Today She, Robocop was miserable, really miserable, because he bought something for the baby without her consent. A sort of crib, that he will only use for 3 months, and she cried for help. I told her I didn't understand what the problem was.
Today I went for an icecream and enjoyed it. Got up as late as I could, to try and make the day shorter.
But what is it all about if it's about enjoying life, Am I making my life shorter as well?Ok I enjoyed the icecream, the walk, the spring smells, the forest, reading...
I don't know this has been the strongest experience I've had... I wouldn't repeat it... but anyway I have felt with every muscle and maybe I needed that, to remember I'm alive and to enjoy each day in it's particular light.
Read this and felt identified, though to be honest I've never read anything written by her:
La memoria es ficción. Seleccionamos lo mas brillante y lo más oscuro, ignorando lo que nos averguenza, y así bordamos el ancho tapiz de nuestra vida.Mediante la fotografía y la palabra escrita intento desesperadamente vencer la condición fugaz de mi existencia, atrapar los momentos antes de que se desvanezcan, despejar la confusión de mi pasado. Cada instante desaparece en un soplo y al punto se convierte en pasado, la realidad es efímera y migratoria, pura añoranza. Con estas fotografías y éstas páginas mantengo vivos los recuerdos; ellas son mi asidero a una verdad fugitiva, pero verdad de todos modos, ellas prueban que estos eventos sucedieron y estos personajes pasaron por mi destino.Al final lo único que tenemos a plenitud es la memoria que hemos tejido. Cada uno escoge el tono para contar su propia historia.Fragmento del epílogo de RETRATO EN SEPIA. Isabel Allende
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