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is July still, out there, some reflections "? As will
The doctor's wife
Being the voice that calmed the uncertain
, shattering, agonizing
blindness brightness
a propos of a character in Saramago
Like the other characters in Blindness ( http://www.librosgratisweb.com/html/saramago-jose/ensayo-sobre-la-ceguera/index.htm ) , defined almost all of their occupation or their actions at key moments, which are defining the story, a narrator tells us in all its splendid teachers.
or anything, or all
and anything and everything
in a narrative that bathes us as the rain fell lucky that summer when the eyes went out one by one wide, all but one (a couple who held the dummy and kept blindness)
inevitable for those who lived or had, that moment when, without warning, everything went dim lit, necessity forced the score on walls, floors, beds, furniture, instruments
absolute denial objects, and gradual approach to the essence, even the most elementary
, the most precarious, the most sordid, the most immediate
do not know if you've read, but just like you did, but their circumstances do not be like mine and has been a gift, contribution fortunate on my birthday (see just) to the contrary that is the view, vision, vivid sense of having, suddenly, the most tangible of land, opposite in its contours and strength of touch, and hearing, to continue to feel, leading , moving, being
Take, please, my thoughts based on a reading of Blindness, José Saramago, as a provocation, an invitation, as a pretext.
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a month essentially barren, but full in certainties and loopholes. The seventh month of a memory always auspicious, ready.
From one of the first gifts of the season it was thought "safe", but that was inevitable chapter in a novel where he always spoke from his home, a woman, worried, and loving, ultimately supportive partner and victim of everything that happened or crumbled in the world. You speak of the character? And almost fiction of my reality my surroundings.
missing a beat,
or never have it.
Or never having had
is July still, out there, some reflections "? As will
The doctor's wife
Being the voice that calmed the uncertain
, shattering, agonizing
blindness brightness
a propos of a character in Saramago
Like the other characters in Blindness ( http://www.librosgratisweb.com/html/saramago-jose/ensayo-sobre-la-ceguera/index.htm ) , defined almost all of their occupation or their actions at key moments, which are defining the story, a narrator tells us in all its splendid teachers.
or anything, or all
and anything and everything
in a narrative that bathes us as the rain fell lucky that summer when the eyes went out one by one wide, all but one (a couple who held the dummy and kept blindness)
inevitable for those who lived or had, that moment when, without warning, everything went dim lit, necessity forced the score on walls, floors, beds, furniture, instruments
absolute denial objects, and gradual approach to the essence, even the most elementary
, the most precarious, the most sordid, the most immediate
do not know if you've read, but just like you did, but their circumstances do not be like mine and has been a gift, contribution fortunate on my birthday (see just) to the contrary that is the view, vision, vivid sense of having, suddenly, the most tangible of land, opposite in its contours and strength of touch, and hearing, to continue to feel, leading , moving, being
Take, please, my thoughts based on a reading of Blindness, José Saramago, as a provocation, an invitation, as a pretext.
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a month essentially barren, but full in certainties and loopholes. The seventh month of a memory always auspicious, ready.
From one of the first gifts of the season it was thought "safe", but that was inevitable chapter in a novel where he always spoke from his home, a woman, worried, and loving, ultimately supportive partner and victim of everything that happened or crumbled in the world. You speak of the character? And almost fiction of my reality my surroundings.
missing a beat,
or never have it.
Or never having had
O fool, never having lost
Having had the fortune, that if you get caught, at their mercy, in the Scriptures surround José Saramago, describing a city blind, a micro-universe of beings lost sight in one (I'll go knowing) nation of blind gradually, one by one, they lose sight and stay for days in a thick white, single, no resonances , which is nothing more than the darkness of everything except (that if) the darkness of the soul. That still alive, alert, ready to face all obstacles, almost all the indignities, many of the needs and, of course, some fighting and sufficient show of solidarity, love delivery (any), absolutely necessary orphans or coexistence, complicity, close.
One Woman, besides the author and readers so be prepared, is the only all-seeing, accompanying other blindness, the blindness of others, as the only truly comes to want not to have the view, not to assume an essential sense, very necessary to find the thread of life, humanity, and not get lost, do not constantly bump with nothing ..
Find the course in an inert city after the fire.
A perfect film, if possible.
Today we know it. Jeanne Moreau * was not called, perhaps was never considered to be the doctor's wife, the only one who sees, the one that would have been able to make us feel, with his voice and movements, which is live and cope with a situation in the limit of tolerable as possible, as credible, if that is possible, in a reality where distractions ranging from basic traffic laws or the intangible notion of government and real possibility of leading, driving, handle, to carry oneself o a un grupo de gente, al alimento, al vestido, al cumplimiento de necesidades, al elemental orden, a la superación de barreras infranqueables o injusticias precarias, pero vehementes, férreas.
La ceguera omnipotente que se resuelve sola. Igual que llegó. Sin explicación, pero abrumadora, inevitable, ominosa. La constatación del tiempo como noción relativa, cuyos referentes son el calor, el frío, el silencio o el hambre.
¿Qué más decir? ¿Quién sabe?
Having had the fortune, that if you get caught, at their mercy, in the Scriptures surround José Saramago, describing a city blind, a micro-universe of beings lost sight in one (I'll go knowing) nation of blind gradually, one by one, they lose sight and stay for days in a thick white, single, no resonances , which is nothing more than the darkness of everything except (that if) the darkness of the soul. That still alive, alert, ready to face all obstacles, almost all the indignities, many of the needs and, of course, some fighting and sufficient show of solidarity, love delivery (any), absolutely necessary orphans or coexistence, complicity, close.
One Woman, besides the author and readers so be prepared, is the only all-seeing, accompanying other blindness, the blindness of others, as the only truly comes to want not to have the view, not to assume an essential sense, very necessary to find the thread of life, humanity, and not get lost, do not constantly bump with nothing ..
Find the course in an inert city after the fire.
A perfect film, if possible.
Today we know it. Jeanne Moreau * was not called, perhaps was never considered to be the doctor's wife, the only one who sees, the one that would have been able to make us feel, with his voice and movements, which is live and cope with a situation in the limit of tolerable as possible, as credible, if that is possible, in a reality where distractions ranging from basic traffic laws or the intangible notion of government and real possibility of leading, driving, handle, to carry oneself o a un grupo de gente, al alimento, al vestido, al cumplimiento de necesidades, al elemental orden, a la superación de barreras infranqueables o injusticias precarias, pero vehementes, férreas.
La ceguera omnipotente que se resuelve sola. Igual que llegó. Sin explicación, pero abrumadora, inevitable, ominosa. La constatación del tiempo como noción relativa, cuyos referentes son el calor, el frío, el silencio o el hambre.
¿Qué más decir? ¿Quién sabe?
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