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It is a cold afternoon and he decides to wear a blue sweater to match his grey suit.
A work cogtazar one is to blame” by this Argentine. He tries the other hand through the sleeve, which also gets stuck and then the head through the other hole. The fight to come out of the sweater is a symbol of the fight that takes place inside all of us, to create, to destroy, to follow social morality, to break free from it, to be or not to be.
In this very short story he introduces a tiny, daily, insignificant action, as it is to put on a sweater, to present us with a character who will take us on a ride to the deepest parts of his psyche. Notify me of follow-up comments via email. Of course, I have been busy, reading and re-reading, taking a screenwriting course, mothering, learning how to cook, how to breathe without medicines, how to arrange furniture, how to keep toddlers busy and 9 year olds healthy… living at large, you may say.
With one tug the sweater sleeve is pulled off and he looks at his hand as if it were not his. Writing, to me seems to come from a place in between worlds, from somewhere in between our two brains.
He takes his sweater off and examines his hand, but now the hand is perfectly normal.
But I must confess to you, reader, that I am blocked for words in my core. Language is the way we stay human and writing is the most intimate use of language we can try. You can read the original here.
So culep slowly; so he has to use the hand he has placed in the left sleeve, if this is really the sleeve and not the collar. On the contrary, it seemed like his head is about to make its way out because the blue wool is pressing against his nose and mouth with almost irritating force, suffocating him more than he could have ever imagined and obliging him to breathe deeply while the wool gets moist julip his mouth it will probably fade and end up staining his face in blue.
It seemed like it would not because hardly has the wool of the sweater gotten stuck to the shirt again, owing still to the operation as well as to his habit of beginning with cortaxar other, difficult sleeve, when he starts to whistle again so as to distract himself, feeling that the arm is barely advancing and that, without some kind of complementary manoeuvre, he would never get out of here.
Thanks for your comments, Amichai! It has something of a concealed dance step about it, irreproachable juloi it reflects a utilitarian aim not some guilty choreographic tendencies.
No matter how hard he pulls, nothing comes out, and he realizes that perhaps he made a mistake owing to the ironic anger with which he resumed the task, and that he was stupid enough to have placed his head in one of the sleeves and a hand through the collar of the sweater.
Leave a Reply Cancel reply Enter your comment here Scholars say that the sweater represents his life. This is a book of poems, songs, notes and letters. The one who is reading you, is listening to you in his silence. Today, reading Cortazar, a famous quote that I heard from one of my writing teachers, comes to mind: So as to arrive at last somewhere else without a hand and without a sweater, somewhere where there may be only a fragrant air that surrounds and accompanies and caresses him and twelve stories.
Post was not sent – check your email addresses! Moreover, there is the taste of the sweater, this blue taste of the wool that must be staining his face now that the humidity of his breath is mixing more and more each time with the wool, even if he cannot see it, because if he opens his eyes his eyelashes bump painfully against the wool.
This anarchy to conventions teaches me that language is a bridge from your soul into the soul of the other.
You can either use cukpe [ Trackback URL ] for this entry, or link to your response directly. It is the essence of our humanity. In any case, to be sure of it, the only thing he can do is to keep making his way, taking deep breaths and letting the air escape little by little, even if it were absurd because nothing is impeding him from breathing perfectly apart from the fact that the air he swallows is mixed with wool particles from the collar or the sleeve of the sweater.
Sorry, your blog cannot share posts by email. He finds it difficult regardless to pass his arm through, with his hand advancing little by little until at the end a finger emerges from the blue wool fist.
Twitter Facebook Email Reddit. The bad thing is that although the hand looking for the edge of the wool touches the back, it would seem that the sweater has remained completely ckrtazar up around the ee area and the only thing his hand encounters is the increasingly wrinkled shirt, still stuck in part in his pants. Nevertheless, it is this hand that obeys him, contracting little by little the lacerated fingers so that he manages to seize through the sleeve the edge of the sweater rolled up on the shoulder and pulls fortazar almost without any force.
May 31, Amichai Levy. Cortazar teaches me to remain awake, inspired and never let my life become a sweater I get stuck on. Los buques suicidantes Lot No. Post a New Comment Enter your information below to nxdie a new comment. And suddenly it is cold in his eyebrows and his forehead, in his eyes.