Another meeting more of literature. In the last one, on the 1st 4, the hidden novel was Opinions of a clown of Heinrich Böll and the friend Àngels hit it. A beautiful novel written by this German writer, where the voice of a clown, who begins his slope, serves as guide of a hard epoch for Germany as it is that of the world postwar period.
And now here I leave them with the today fragment:
How many thousands of times, to the night gait for the streets, have I wondered if there would come again the day in which she was next to me: so panting looks those that I dedicated to the buildings and statues, so anxious, so desperate, that now my thoughts owe of there has turned partly member of the proper buildings and statues, they have to of having saturated them with my anxiety. It could not also for less of thinking that, when we had traveled one next to other for those sordid and dirty streets so saturated now with my sleep and my wish, she had not observed anything, he had not felt anything: there were like any other streets for her, a little more sordid perhaps, and nothing more. He did not remember that in certain corner I had stopped to gather neither his pitchfork or that, when I stooped to tie the drawstrings, I had left engraved …
And so far it is possible to read. They know already, it is his shift, play and be right.
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