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What a joy to start sending postcards to hear carols and count the remaining steps to reach Bethlehem . On these dates the time - who flew from September postestival lazy - it seems that relief comes and leaves us to contemplate, as a delicate hourglass. For me today with a special drama, then open the door to the fatal age: twenty-five!. Thankfully, Carmen Martin Gaite encouraged me with the notes he left in one of his birthday, December 8, 1972:
" The time is worth for what you do with it. If you run away from him, the greater the wound, the terrible wounds of Dorian Gray. And disease relapse. "
And then:

"Summers are tragic and isolated, then no. In the winter come to your thread back. "

( Papers all , December 8, 1972)

Indeed, especially Christmas has a lot to pull the thread, remember, that is, to bring the old heart. As a child I always tormented the quarter ended too late for fear of not being able to devote myself, quietly, waiting for my Christmas Eve home, reading at times the Christmas Carol Dickens, taking out the tambourines and garlands of their cases. When going got older I have been gathering around me very different views from mine. I've seen those who wish to come to flee again and take a holiday truce, to which, sadness or loneliness, want to pass these dates as soon as possible, as an annoying illness, those who are placed with the shopping frenzy Christmas and nudges you're stuck in the middle of the street lit. But the other day I knew I had to enter a new group in the sample: this year have come the "respectful" (¿?), those who throw away the crib of little children, not to offend [Sic] do not know who. Before I opine at my leisure, better let me throw another Carmiña here capote:
" [the holidays] are not meaningful when no longer recalls the story that led to its conclusion. Mark is this: to remember, and if the thread of memory has been broken, continue to pretend that commemorates something is a hoax and a betrayal of the party [...] And without a real desire for representation, recall, no party that has value, can only be price. "
( pulling on the thread. Articles 1949-2000)

I also meant to throw wire from the silence, songs and familiar voices. And to celebrate in Bethlehem, Wise Men and Star. Oh, and with a visit to Old Mr. Scrogge, of course.

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HIDDEN THREAD ON CHRISTMAS

Today, more than dawn, a festive threatened sad. Although I did not dare to take away the right to Juan Maragall, who said "wait always a hidden goodness in everything " seemed to me very well hidden and that remains coy goodness sometimes I even think or breathe. But what the hell!, In the days pessimists need to play to rescue pretexts happy. And give them the welcome with cheers, toasts and smiles. So I sought a reunion with some encouraging letters that remind me that yes, there are relationships in which differences (religious, life, policies) are assumed and solved in harmony, sensitivity, respect and even, when there is reason - with mutual admiration. Maragall

and Unamuno gave good example. The serenity and optimism Catalan Catholic got on great with the harrowing anxiety Basque agnostic. At least that is shown in his correspondence. For its part, in the 60-70 years a dark, lonely skeptic Ramon J. Sender from his prolific American exile, maintained a correspondence with beautiful Carmen Laforet , twenty years younger, a mother devoted to her large family, happy, joy of a peaceful faith, and a little lazy with his writing ( latter yes I'm sorry). It is worth returning to a letter praising the Sender rare ability to be happy Carmen Laforet, traceable in his life and his art:

" His books have arrived two days ago. As I will discuss them again. Another thing I love watching them: you love life as life is (which means it is happy.) I love the latter. And there is something more important: brings happiness is not now in art. But you (say, of his stories) is taken and will take forever because it is full of talent and is also an original talent. Ultimately the only thing that has always since there are people who write. Or, simply, that breathes. "

(LAFORET, Carmen and SENDER, Ramon J: I can count on you. Correspondence, 2003 )

If you bring happiness or not, would for another entry. For today I will clarify that during the day I have more excuses appeared happy - hidden benefits? - They deserve to be celebrated daily. Personal and literary. Among the latter, the letters of Laforet-Sender and reading the wonderful "Declaration of Intent" to Rocío Arana, so respectful to ask for forgiveness, not to offend the sad and resabidos already back:

write because I am happy

.

I know that hurt

love and evenings and the hours of waiting

front of a window

lazy and dirty butts on the floor

I know not Needless to say it here

me the rare

which looks and sees everything as clean

and cries of joy in the corners

and what they want even nostalgia

I

dresses up

I apologize I know is a great sin

scandal

yes I'm happy and I say I'm playing

with fire but look

drizzle on people

violins

put yourself in my place

as silent as the world screams

strange gardens there under the snow .

(ARANA, Rocío: Magic, 2002)

[Photo: Carmen Laforet and Ramon J. Sender]