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Sorry, cullpe blog cannot share posts by email. Twitter Facebook Email Reddit. Cortazar played with culp with such mastery, that he needed to invent words, because what was in his imagination, no one had ever named before. 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.
The hands create, mold, shape.
As such, the distance between the collar and one of the sleeves is exactly half of the nadiie between one sleeve and the other, and this explains why he may have his head a bit tilted to the left, the side where his hand is still prisoner in the sleeve, if this is in fact the sleeve; and, in contrast, his right hand, which is already out, jilio with full freedom in the air even if it may not be able to get the sweater down which is still rolled up on top of his body. The cold always complicates matters; in summer we are all so close to the world, skin to skin.
The one who is reading you, is listening to you in his silence. And yet, in the twilight, the finger has the appearance of having been shriveled up and placed towards the inside, with one black nail ending in a point. You are commenting using your WordPress. Cortazar was a big fan of jazz and music and spent a lot of his time listening and playing his trumpet.
He is on his knees and it is lovely to be as such until, little by little, he opens his eyes free of the blue drool of wool inside, he opens his eyes and sees five suspended black nails aimed at his eyes, vibrating in the air before jumping against his eyes, and he has the time to lower his eyelids and throw himself back, covering himself with his left hand, which is his hand, which is everything he has to defend himself from inside the sleeve, so that he can pull the collar of the sweater upwards and so that the blue drool can envelop his face anew while he straightens himself to flee elsewhere.
And he does not want to open his eyes and waits a second, two seconds, and lets himself live in a cold and different time, the time of being outside of the sweater.
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.
And in so doing help his left hand with his right hand so that it can pass through the sleeve or retreat and get out, although it is almost impossible to coordinate the movements of the two hands, as if his left hand were a rat trapped in a cage and another rat on the outside wanted to help it escape.
It seems absurd to carry on whistling in the sudden blue darkness enveloping him, and it begins to feel hot. Leave a Reply Cancel reply Enter your comment here The sweater must have barely gotten over the two shoulders and here may be rolled up and tense as if the shoulders were too narrow for this sweater, which proves without any doubt that he really did make a mistake and place a hand in the collar and the other hand in a sleeve.
Cortazar calms me out of my mediocrity, his imagery, his mastery in writing details, inspires me to venture into writing, trying to decipher my own inner world. Perhaps it would be best to do everything at the same time: But it is too late, because the deformed hand, that made it out of the sleeve, is attacking him.
You are commenting using your Twitter account. He tells himself that the most sensible thing is to concentrate his attention on his right hand because this hand outside of the sweater is in contact with the cold air of the room, a signal that he has only a little way to go and can help himself by going up the back until, in that classic movement so helpful to putting on any sweater by energetically pulling down, it clutches the lower edge of the sweater.
Don’t Blame Anyone.-
Of course, I have been busy, reading and re-reading, taking a screenwriting course, mothering, learning how to n, how to breathe without medicines, how to arrange furniture, how to keep toddlers busy and 9 year olds healthy… living cortazxr large, you may say.
Thank you, I love yo read your posts. It is about asphyxia. The hand is the symbol of our power to construct our own lives, the way we want to, according to our needs and aspirations. If this were so his hand would have to come out easily; yet he still pulls with all his might and cannot advance either one of his hands. Post a New Comment Enter your information below to add a new comment.
Francis of Assisi St. That space, that silence where the reader hears the author, is the endless place, where anything can happen. Email required Address never made public.
The more he tries to escape, the more he traps himself. To find out more, including how to control cookies, see here: References will be subject to editor approval before appearing. It is the essence of our nadue. Fortunately at this very moment his right hand appears in the air of the outside cold; at least one of them is out although the other continues to be imprisoned in the sleeve.
And suddenly it is cold in his eyebrows and his forehead, in his eyes. Is it a creativity problem? ze
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He whistles a tango perfunctorily as he moves away from the open window, then looks for a sweater in the wardrobe and begins to put it on in front of the mirror. 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.
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 clupe. Ironically, it occurs to him that if there were a seat nearby he would be able to relax and breathe better until he’s put on the sweater completely. This anarchy to conventions teaches me that language is a bridge aa your soul into the soul of the other.