MEMOIRS OF A MADMAN “If I threw the grass and watched the stems bend to the breeze, and the waves beat the sand, here, I thought of her, I relived the heart every step, every gesture, every word. So it would be this, love? A “mental thing” that feeds the fire of imagination and asks for help to balms memory …

VIENTO “Viento y las nubes if deshacen; brisa y blancas if transfiguran. Hay ecos que no son de las palabras son of aliento, no nos repiten nos convocan to escuchar decirse para lo que nos llama.”     WIND “Wind and the clouds come apart; breeze and white are transfigured. There are echoes which are not of the words are …

  LOVE IMPOSSIBLE People “down-to-earth” they say that love is madness. In reality, what happens, is that fantasy violently distorted by pleasant images, where each step brings you closer to happiness, is starkly brought back to harsh reality. (Gustave Flaubert)