How many times have I leant on this wall to watch the surf; hugging its warmth; meditating on something important that I have forgotten?
All we will remember of our lives are the sensory impressions where what we were doing or thinking is irrelevant. Like a smile, or words of anger forever imprinted in our memory, devoid of their contexts.
Hola Yotro, soy una argentina viviendo en Usa y lectora de La Puerta del sol, allí encontré tu blog y acá estoy, leyéndote. Escribís español muy bien!. Saludos
Very true, George. Much of my childhood memory is like that. A kind of emotional backwash remains. The once sharp outlines of figures in the foreground have long faded.
Gracias Marta por la visita y el comentario amable.
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How many times have I leant on this wall to watch the surf; hugging its warmth; meditating on something important that I have forgotten?
All we will remember of our lives are the sensory impressions where what we were doing or thinking is irrelevant. Like a smile, or words of anger forever imprinted in our memory, devoid of their contexts.
Hola Yotro, soy una argentina viviendo en Usa y lectora de La Puerta del sol, allí encontré tu blog y acá estoy, leyéndote.
Escribís español muy bien!.
Saludos
Very true, George. Much of my childhood memory is like that. A kind of emotional backwash remains. The once sharp outlines of figures in the foreground have long faded.
Gracias Marta por la visita y el comentario amable.
Te creo, Mox. Ya esta ocurriendo.
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