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( Column # 4 published in 2008 to the late portal Ekovoces News )
Death has surrounded me these days, not because someone close has died, but by the many references that appear around me. A book, an untimely crash, an email announcing the death of a poet. Turn off the light and give play to the film.
I'm reading two novels at once. In Hall Beauty BellatÃn Mario, the star has turned her hairdresser in a "dying place, a place where people infected with AIDS will die. Burying the dead in a mass grave for the protagonist is a mechanical act that does not arouse any feeling. The other book is E lye of Philip Roth, which begins with a wake, a wake in which eight normal ordinary people surrounding a dead normal. A person who has died. Nothing happens, nothing happens.
On Saturday I returned to my home on a bus that crashed. I closed my eyes and felt the impact. My leg was bent backwards, fell over the passenger front of him, the drivers know how to lie the mother and the police sirens were heard closer. I got off the vehicle and walked home with the feeling of not being in reality. The cell phone rang in the ear and no one answered me. But nothing happened. There were no deaths or injuries. But if there had been, had not happened. I turned off the dvd and sleeping accommodation.
film called Irreversible . The story is told in reverse (from end to beginning) and is a revenge, a woman is raped and beaten until he was in a coma and her partner found out and goes in search of the rapist to make crime pay. "Time destroys everything" is the phrase that is handled within the frame and the end (or beginning) all paid for such destruction. But everything is there. A combination strikes, a woman is raped and nothing happens. In When She Was Good , another Philip Roth novel, the reader knows that the protagonist will die. As the story progresses it is evident that he has not done anything outside of what we all do. Die buried in the ice and his family weeps. Then, as usual.
I wonder what would happen if the accident on Saturday someone had died, and if that person was me. It did not take too long to know the answer .
On Saturday I returned to my home on a bus that crashed. I closed my eyes and felt the impact. My leg was bent backwards, fell over the passenger front of him, the drivers know how to lie the mother and the police sirens were heard closer. I got off the vehicle and walked home with the feeling of not being in reality. The cell phone rang in the ear and no one answered me. But nothing happened. There were no deaths or injuries. But if there had been, had not happened. I turned off the dvd and sleeping accommodation.
film called Irreversible . The story is told in reverse (from end to beginning) and is a revenge, a woman is raped and beaten until he was in a coma and her partner found out and goes in search of the rapist to make crime pay. "Time destroys everything" is the phrase that is handled within the frame and the end (or beginning) all paid for such destruction. But everything is there. A combination strikes, a woman is raped and nothing happens. In When She Was Good , another Philip Roth novel, the reader knows that the protagonist will die. As the story progresses it is evident that he has not done anything outside of what we all do. Die buried in the ice and his family weeps. Then, as usual.
I wonder what would happen if the accident on Saturday someone had died, and if that person was me. It did not take too long to know the answer .
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