I'm getting old. Or the same, to put it less dramatically, grow.
Actually the 41 is relatively easy to find memories, references or circumstances which show the passage of time.
joer, Antena 3 TV news: now serving 30 years David the Gnome, Willy Fog and Dartacán. To paraphrase the tango, thirty years are nothing ...
Lucia, to me, do homework. We ate together, we talked about the holidays and then we went to a field for the first time in his life at age 12, was put in front of the wheel of a car, tuck first, find the point to the clutch and the throttle forward a few meters.
Nacho I have left with some friends. In his 13 starts to be normal (if I use myself as reference) to stay with some friends to go see a football game.
Before, going with them in the car, has been heard on the radio Sultans of Swing. Of course do not know who Mark Knopfler and Dire Straits.
And suddenly occurs to me in sounds past. Those embedded in my memory and it is natural and disappeared abruptly. It would be more appropriate to say they are extinct. I tend to think the tone of the TV to just start programming and chart, or "ding" of the typewriter carriage return when he played (God, if there is a particular expression may be anachronistic "carriage return"). I also came to mind the melody of Radio Intercontinental, and the noise of the washer in my house when centrifuged (surely more than a seismograph was alerted by the vibrations). And a memory has fallen like a ripe fruit: the melody alerted the neighborhood of the visit of the sharpener.
I must be honest: no nostalgia or melancholy reflections. Nor do I feel overwhelmed, or planted in front of the universe. Even a little concerned me my asepsis at the time of writing these lines. I have not even clear whether they are more the result of a memory exercise for me to leave a post, that of an assault of some remote memories. Nothing stirred inside me.
As would Gómez de la Serna: talcualejamente.
Actually the 41 is relatively easy to find memories, references or circumstances which show the passage of time.
joer, Antena 3 TV news: now serving 30 years David the Gnome, Willy Fog and Dartacán. To paraphrase the tango, thirty years are nothing ...
Lucia, to me, do homework. We ate together, we talked about the holidays and then we went to a field for the first time in his life at age 12, was put in front of the wheel of a car, tuck first, find the point to the clutch and the throttle forward a few meters.
Nacho I have left with some friends. In his 13 starts to be normal (if I use myself as reference) to stay with some friends to go see a football game.
Before, going with them in the car, has been heard on the radio Sultans of Swing. Of course do not know who Mark Knopfler and Dire Straits.
And suddenly occurs to me in sounds past. Those embedded in my memory and it is natural and disappeared abruptly. It would be more appropriate to say they are extinct. I tend to think the tone of the TV to just start programming and chart, or "ding" of the typewriter carriage return when he played (God, if there is a particular expression may be anachronistic "carriage return"). I also came to mind the melody of Radio Intercontinental, and the noise of the washer in my house when centrifuged (surely more than a seismograph was alerted by the vibrations). And a memory has fallen like a ripe fruit: the melody alerted the neighborhood of the visit of the sharpener.
I must be honest: no nostalgia or melancholy reflections. Nor do I feel overwhelmed, or planted in front of the universe. Even a little concerned me my asepsis at the time of writing these lines. I have not even clear whether they are more the result of a memory exercise for me to leave a post, that of an assault of some remote memories. Nothing stirred inside me.
As would Gómez de la Serna: talcualejamente.
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