Alice's Magical Words.

"Oh, you foolish Alice!" she answered herself. "How can you learn lessons in here? Why, there's hardly room for you, and no room at all for any lesson-books!"

"Visit either you like: they're both mad". "But I don't want to go among mad people," Alice remarked. "Oh, you ca'n't help that," said the Cat: "we're all mad here. I'm mad. You're mad."

"Begin at the beginning," the King said, very gravely, "and go on till you come to the end: then stop."

"Do you hear the snow against the window-panes, Kitty? How nice and soft it sounds! Just as if some one was kissing the window all over outside. I wonder if the snow loves the trees and fields, that it kisses them so gently? And then it covers them up snug, you know, with a white quilt; and perhaps it says 'Go to sleep, darlings, till the summer comes again.' And when they wake up in the summer, Kitty, they dress themselves all in green, and dance about- whenever the wind blows- oh, that's very pretty!" cried Alice, dropping the ball of worsted to calp her hands. "And I do so wish it was true! I'm sure the woods look sleepy in the autumn, when the leaves are getting brown."

From "Alice's Adventures in Wonderland" and "Through the Looking-Glass" written by Lewis Carroll.

Caro. Expensive.

Una idea directa y sencilla. ¿No os parece que la vida hoy en día es carísima? Hiperbólicamente cara. Just a simple and straight idea. Don't you think that life nowadays is extremely expensive? Hyperbolically expensive.

We move on, we make progress.

No time for anecdotes,
no time for pausing,
no time to waste
no, not at all, no.

Speed, results, benefits, strength,
we are the best
we have no rest.

The Classics are just fools,
why to reflect, why to hesitate?

Money and money define
what we are,
we go straight off.

We, the proud, feel all right,
dehumanising ourselves
as we walk.

The wisdom of Pound.

"...'Anyone can run to excesses,
It is easy to shoot past the mark,
It is hard to stand firm in the middle.' "

Ezra Pound, Cantos, XIII.

Healing, remembering, coming to life again.

Everything gets better and better everyday. I can feel life filling me again with joy and satisfaction as I resume my normal activity. Why have I suffered so much? Obviously, I was an overreacher, a spoilt child.

Now I understand everything, like William Godwin used to say: "Life is the desert and the solitude". So it must be. I am ready to live alone, to be happy alone, to perish alone.

I am satisfied that I have understood my nature and life's nature. I am complete.

Creía que era diferente.

¿Qué ingénuo instinto o pasión me indujo a pensar que yo era un ángel inmune a los golpes humanos?

¡Qué presunción, qué arrogancia, qué valor inútil!

Nada es leyenda en la vida, salvo la que nosotros inventamos para embellecerla. Por desgracia el amor también sufre para hacernos entender nuestras limitaciones.

Aún así la vida sigue gozando de un elemento imprescindible, la esperanza.

Carpe Diem.

"Let us go then, you and I..." T.S. Eliot.

Let's go, let's run, let's drink from life
all the juices it has prepared for us.

Unleash your emotions, unleash your heart,
protect it from disappointment,
survive, please survive.

When you're healed go and strike again,
the song of Prufrock will have a happy end
despite all.