bagpipe One minute they leave and the cherry blossoms and the joke is over does not happen
THE THING
Fukushima NUCLEAR looks pitiful. We do not know if the white smoke comes out is air radioactive steam from showers or remains of a campfire harmless. No corner of the bug that is not touched. What was perfect cube is ruin, vellum crumpled, Mead and, public toilet clogged by a huge zurullo that nobody is able to neutralize. I've seen on TV a Atomic physics professor has said that NHK is lying and that the radioactive leak has already occurred or is occurring. She said with great gravity. No wonder. I have seen him face to bury, bury good person, as that check their land with the respect due the dead and lamented the lives stolen by the scythe. Those fire trucks and the helicopters spraying water on the hot core seem an illusion, a show that no one will blame if the worst happens, it's put out a forest fire with a jug. What to think? Thinking is bad and is useless in these cases. In almost any case. If you want to have in mind here the Web hordes, hundreds, perhaps thousands of thinkers anonymous (but nick) exposing the vanities of the world in the basement of a popular blog. So we talked to Tokyo, accept what has to happen. Smile. The children of the family will spend the weekend in Kyoto, further south, on vacation. Others remain. It is worldwide. They will not move. There is no exodus, unless foreigners. Tokyo does not move. That's what I know, what they know or believe.
hysteria among Western and Japanese stoicism I'll take the penalty, that penalty a little drunk, drunk occasionally, without going further, and that is only mine, hers, ours. I say then, that everything will end fixing, what I say, but not fix, and soon the news will be Japan and then everything returns to normal, the attention will be elsewhere, either in another apocalypse else in the world (perhaps a return to the general collapse of Spain, point and often), and Japanese people will be left alone to suffer their end of the world, as every mother's son, with true courage to accept the price to be paid by what we call progress, but also sure to rise again to wait another end of the world when they are making cars, sleeping in the subway returning from work and eating rice balls wrapped in seaweed under the cherry blossoms. Health.
was reissued " The rat, the first volume of diaries Trapiello. I still find it very good. Volume is more than I have reread, the only one I reread over. But I do not think that is the best writing, although his prose is already there, no doubt, nor that houses the most famous and hilarious entries (Gimferrer not remember how), and of course the writer sees it and reach safety and perhaps the ambition of other volumes. But, do not spare anything. It is a book almost defeated. Hesitant, life and death, but without haste. It is written from scratch. Always written from scratch, but most swim swim than others. It is more intimate than any, even the principle of intimacy, not I, but one, so well appointed in his lapel, true "literature of you" .
