Things come to the desk. Someone came down in the morning at Christmas and came with a gift, a small bottle of oil. Another day, a bottle of wine. Sometimes a congratulatory envelope would arrive. Or a pot with ficus. Now Christmas has passed and troubles are coming, people to ask, a man from Soria requesting an interview, Lottery distributors, colleagues making water or special offers, photographers, a manager asking for autographs. Mail arrives, letters, newspapers, invitations, pizza delivery and even the notary’s porter.
-Hey, but where do you work?
And books. Sometimes books come. It is said today that ‘valiant poets count wolves to sleep’. This work, edited by Menoscuarto, is the work of Pedro Flores and received the Jorge Manrique International Poetry Award. I had a classmate in the faculty who greeted me and said, “Jorge Manrique’s father is dead.” Because there were dozens of us and he liked to shout, someone would always bite and ask who Jorge Manrique was. Even once a girl from Alcalá de Henares said she was sorry. “Poor man,” he added regretfully. Manrique was the pinnacle of fifteenth-century literature, but when his high school literature teacher started singing “Songs for the death of his father,” it seemed like a major hurdle for children of my time, and we couldn’t wait. Getting out of the classroom and getting rid of Manrique, his father, his teacher, and the cops isn’t exactly a model of joy. Now, less ass, more proven and battered, inherited “the past was always better” couplets we find delicious. Pedro Flores’ book has a great capacity for emotion and, according to the award-winning jury, dazzles with its ability to tell everyday realities. Catarlo consumed a wonderful, pleasant morning, stolen from the imperatives and urgency imposed by the screens, the network, or reality.
The light streaming through the large window of the newsroom is beautifully arranged, making the skin whiter and brighter than it is. It fits in a jacket pocket. As you set out on the road that starts in the afternoon, one caresses that pocket to see if it carries the loot of the day. For better fun at home. And see what tomorrow brings. Maybe a skateboard, an unused envelope, a catalog of hats, or the gentle breeze of anticipation that comes with every weekend.
Source: Informacion
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