Mario Vargas Llosa, en «Elogio de la lectura y la ficción»


Mario Vargas Llosa, en «Elogio de la lectura y la ficción»:

«...leer es protestar contra las insuficiencias de la vida. Quien busca en la ficción lo que no tiene, dice, sin necesidad de decirlo, ni siquiera saberlo, que la vida [...] debería ser mejor.»

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La creatividad surge de hallar –pensando diferente del resto– ideas absurdas, para así nuevamente pensarlas y darles coherencia.

Ahí la importancia de la Lógica: porque sólo con ella es posible tanto hallar los absurdos como obtener la coherencia.

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domingo, 10 de agosto de 2014

WHOM I FELT IN LOVE: PRETTY VIOLET UNIVERSE


      Pretty violet universe
      embodying deeper and deeper,
      grasping the flowing blood,
      sweetening the wind, the air,
      calling birds without flights,
      those poetry inspired by you,
      the font of the haughty colour.

      Volcano ashes everywhere,
      basaltic, cleaning consciences,
      being such thick them, with sulphur.

      Your beauty, your exquisite manners,
      her is burdening the whole world
      with intense female innocence
      of tenderness and pure aesthetics,
      actually offending wild beings,
      simple like mine, poor charmed,
      recognizing her in your eyes
      that eternal parsimony.
      Volcano ashes everywhere,
      basaltic, cleaning consciences,
      being such thick them, with sulphur.
      Your lips, extreme sensuality;
      your beauty spots, that happiness
      of your coloured alive mantle
      are giving back love to loser
      hearts, like mine suffering deafness,
      bewitched and around the splendid
      light, from your explosive spark,
      this do drenching my desires
      with its fire, plenty of shy,
      from this hard and cristalized being
      with very vast pearly salines,
      with your shape, accompanying me,
      and your dress before anything,
      that deep wore incredibly
      and showing colours proclaiming
      more worry to my memory.
      Forever, ashes everywhere,
      basaltic, cleaning consciences,
      being such thick them, with sulphur.
      Dawn weave and tempest they do are
      embodying themselves on some skin,
      with oxided red current blood,
      from that violet universe
      like the one where you belong.

      January 2012


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