viernes, abril 16, 2010

N...

Sólo hay una razón para recordarte aún cuatro años después, para buscarte en cada rostro, para escuchar tu voz en el viento: contigo fue feliz!

Y ahora, que estoy borrando todas las fotos de mi computador, llegué a tu carpeta y no fui capaz de algo diferente a recordarte. Aún no puedo entender porqué te sigo amando como si nunca te hubieses ido.

lunes, abril 05, 2010

Coming back to house

I left EE.UU. with a feeling of loss, even of sorrow. I was seized at once with a profound fascination, a burning thirst to learn, to inmerse myself totally, to melt away, to become as one with this foreign universe. To know it as if I had been born and raised there, begun life there. I wanted to learn the language, I wanted to read the books, I wanted to penetrate every nook and cranny.

A journey, after all, neither begins in the instant we set out, nor ends when we have reached our doorstep once again. It starts much earlier and is really never over, because the film of memory continues running on inside of us long after we have come to a physical standstill. Indeed, there exists something like a contagion of travel, and the disease is essentially incurable.