One more cycle
There are many cycles and rythms. Seasons are, despite of their predictibility, striking in their capacity to surprise. I am astonish to see winter come back to Baule. One more cycle.
I am under the avalanche of historical data. Reading details of the 1939-1955 life in Spain. Somehow, like seasons, we forget how easier life can be, how harsh it may become.
posted by contravoz at Sunday, November 09, 2008
2 Comments:
La foto primera me ha traido el recuerdo de algo que decía tu abuelo homónimo:
- "¡Corre chaval quel mundu nun tien portiellas!.
¡qué diría si viera el número de "portiellas" que se cierran y de muros que se yerguen precisamente para evitar que los chavales corran.
Enfín, un canto a la libertad
Besos desde el finisterre
For a harsh taste of the dark extremes you mention see the film "Pan's Labrinthe". 1944 Spain.
Put the children to bed first.
Clarkios
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