En el año 2003 leí muchos libros de género reflexivo. De estos intimistas, que te hacen pensar mucho y mirarte por dentro. He pasado muchas épocas de esas. Bueno, realmente no se si he llegado a salir alguna vez de ellas, jaja, pero en las que llamo "épocas de esas" no había hueco para nada, ni libros, ni pelis, ni nada que no fuera reflexivo e intimista. Fijaos si han pasado años, y también libros leídos, pero hay un lugar especial en mi memoria para "Un paraguas para este día", del autor alemán Wilhelm Genazino. Aunque no recuerdo todos los detalles, sí recuerdo la sensación que me dejó y también que me pareció un gran libro y un gran escritor. El personaje principal de esta historia es probador de zapatos, es decir, trabaja para una marca fabricante de zapatos y se dedica a caminar durante horas por las calles probando dichos zapatos. Por lo que el libro transcurre por sus paseos y sus reflexiones al mirar la gente pasar, al observar la realidad, las inquietudes que la vida de los otros siembran en su mente... Se recluye en un mundo interior de observación y reflexión, para que no le afecte su futuro más cercano (su trabajo está en peligro y la única mujer que ha amado le ha abandonado) y otros sucesos del pasado. Pero no lo recuerdo como un libro triste, porque el protagonista no entra en una depresión como las que conocemos sino que, en vez de luchar contra su infortunio, simplemente se deja llevar y entra en un proceso de evasión de la realidad en la observación de los pequeños detalles, los sucesos mínimos y la belleza de las cosas.
Me encanta caminar sola, y ahora con Teo en la mochila mientras duerme, escuchar el silencio cuando lo hay, observar el movimiento de las hojas de un árbol cuando le da el viento y escuchar el sonido que hacen, sentarme en un banco y mirar los andares tan distintos que tenemos unos de otros, tomar un té en una cafetería y, sí, poner la antena y escuchar la vida de los otros y así reconocer que cada persona que me cruzo, tiene su vida, sus problemas, sus alegrías, sus emociones y sus sueños, distintos o parecidos a los míos y que no son extraños sin sustancia con los que nunca hablaré, sino personas con vidas llenas, llenas, tanto como la de cualquiera de nosotros. No está nada mal eso de dejarse llevar aunque sea sólo en momentos puntuales, oirse por dentro y no tanto lo que sale de nuestros labios, oir a los demás también por dentro cuando no saben que los escuchamos, oir el paso del tiempo y oir la vida.
Creo que voy a releer pronto "Un paraguas para este día".
Que tengáis un fin de semana precioso y genial! Mil besos hasta el lunes :)
In 2003 I read many books of reflective gender. I mean these are intimate-writing kind of books, you know, that make you think hard and look down inside yourself. I have spent many periods of that kind. Well, I really don't know if I have ever come out of them, haha, but where I call "periods of that kind" there was no place for anything wasn't reflective and intimate, no books, nothing. It was many years ago, and read-books ago, but there is a special place in my memory for "The shoe tester of Frankfurt", by the German author Wilhelm Genazino. Although I don't remember all the details, I do remember the feeling it left on me, and I think it was a great book and a great writer. The main character of this story is a shoe tester, that is, he's working for a manufacturer of shoes so he's walking for hours through the streets while testing these shoes. The book goes through his walks and reflections about people he's looking at, about observing reality, about the concerns he gets from the watching the lives of others... He keeps in an inner world of observation and reflection, so as not to be affected by the nearest future (his job is in jeopardy and the only woman he has loved has left him) and other events of the past. But I don't remember it as a sad book because the man doesn't go into a depression as the ones we know, but instead of fighting against his misfortune, he simply lets himself go and comes into a process of escaping from reality, into a small details observation, the minimum events and the beauty in things.
I love walking alone, and now with Teo on the sling while sleeping, listening to the silence when there is, watching the movement of a tree's leaves when it feels the wind and hearing the sound they make, sitting on a bench and watching the gait so different on people, having a tea in a coffeshop and, yes, listening to the lives of others and thus to recognize that each person has a life, problems, joys, emotions and dreams, different or similar to mine and they are not people without substance inside, foreign to me just because I'm not gonna talk to them ever, but people with full lives, full, as much as any of ours. It's not that bad this going with the flow thing, if only at times, hearing from within rather than what comes out of our lips, listen to others also from within especially when they don't even know we are listening, hearing the time going by and listening to life.
Thinking about reading "The shoe tester of Frankfurt" again very soon.
Have a beautiful-great weekend! See you on Monday xoxo :)
Foto del título de aquí. Y no se de qué tumblr cogí la siguiente, lo siento :( Top photo from here. Don't know the other one's source, sorry... :(
Creo que voy a releer pronto "Un paraguas para este día".
Que tengáis un fin de semana precioso y genial! Mil besos hasta el lunes :)
In 2003 I read many books of reflective gender. I mean these are intimate-writing kind of books, you know, that make you think hard and look down inside yourself. I have spent many periods of that kind. Well, I really don't know if I have ever come out of them, haha, but where I call "periods of that kind" there was no place for anything wasn't reflective and intimate, no books, nothing. It was many years ago, and read-books ago, but there is a special place in my memory for "The shoe tester of Frankfurt", by the German author Wilhelm Genazino. Although I don't remember all the details, I do remember the feeling it left on me, and I think it was a great book and a great writer. The main character of this story is a shoe tester, that is, he's working for a manufacturer of shoes so he's walking for hours through the streets while testing these shoes. The book goes through his walks and reflections about people he's looking at, about observing reality, about the concerns he gets from the watching the lives of others... He keeps in an inner world of observation and reflection, so as not to be affected by the nearest future (his job is in jeopardy and the only woman he has loved has left him) and other events of the past. But I don't remember it as a sad book because the man doesn't go into a depression as the ones we know, but instead of fighting against his misfortune, he simply lets himself go and comes into a process of escaping from reality, into a small details observation, the minimum events and the beauty in things.
I love walking alone, and now with Teo on the sling while sleeping, listening to the silence when there is, watching the movement of a tree's leaves when it feels the wind and hearing the sound they make, sitting on a bench and watching the gait so different on people, having a tea in a coffeshop and, yes, listening to the lives of others and thus to recognize that each person has a life, problems, joys, emotions and dreams, different or similar to mine and they are not people without substance inside, foreign to me just because I'm not gonna talk to them ever, but people with full lives, full, as much as any of ours. It's not that bad this going with the flow thing, if only at times, hearing from within rather than what comes out of our lips, listen to others also from within especially when they don't even know we are listening, hearing the time going by and listening to life.
Thinking about reading "The shoe tester of Frankfurt" again very soon.
Have a beautiful-great weekend! See you on Monday xoxo :)
Foto del título de aquí. Y no se de qué tumblr cogí la siguiente, lo siento :( Top photo from here. Don't know the other one's source, sorry... :(
"...oirse por dentro y no tanto lo que sale de nuestros labios, oir a los demás también por dentro cuando no saben que los escuchamos, oir el paso del tiempo y oir la vida" :)
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