Imago lacus

The picture above was taken by a dear friend, the American poet Debra Kang Dean (please do not use it without permission). I met Debra three years before, when I went to Walden to work with his late husband Brad, a great Thoreau scholar. Once we spent hours tracking this quotation: "Some men go fishing all their lives without ever realizing it's not fish they are after." We concluded that Thoreau never wrote it, but si non è vero...

Wednesday, June 6, 2012

El vino del estío

It was a quiet morning, the town covered over with darkness and at ease in bed. Summer gathered in the weather, the wind had the proper touch, the breathing of the world was long and warm and slow. You had only to rise, lean from your window, and know that this indeed was the first real time of freedom and living, this was the first morning of summer.

Ray Bradbury
Dandelion Wine

2 comments:

  1. Entonces, ¿no traían fuerzas los años?
    ¿No había un refugio seguro en la vida?
    ¿No había ciudadela carnal capaz de resistir los confusos asaltos de las mediasnoches?

    Ray Bradbury. El vino del estío.

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  2. Gracias, Kepa. Me alegra compartir esta lectura contigo. Conocí el libro hace la tira de años, creo que en la biblioteca que había en el edificio de la Diputación, en la edición de Minotauro (preciosa la portada). Ahora lo releeré en versión original y texto electrónico (yo también). Abrazos.

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