🦋 La casa callada se llena de voces.
(from the journals of Maximiliano Josner Ãvala: Jan. 14, 1903)
This silent house is filled with voices. I fear I've made little progress this year, indeed I am beginning to worry that the project as a whole is misconceived. An encouraging letter from Arroncoyo, his enthusiasm for the project buoys my spirit. Concerned that I am not the philosopher he has built me up to be. I'll have to go into town tomorrow and buy some paper from Calixto López. ... It is clear to me that the divinity in man is his perception of the passage of time: perceiving and feeling this elapsation around him is the closest he can approach to the Godhead. I am having trouble framing this in an analytical fashion though, as anything more than just an impression... I cannot escape the din of my grandfather's and my father's family's voices in the walls of this house. I shall take some flowers to Carolina's grave tomorrow.
posted evening of Monday, July 16th, 2012
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Esperas que desaparezca la angustia
Mientras llueve sobre la extraña carretera
En donde te encuentras
Lluvia: sólo espero
Que desaparezca la angustia
Estoy poniéndolo todo de mi parte
(I'm doing all I can)
posted evening of July 16th, 2012 by peter conlay
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