recently had seemed to observe in my bus rides tendency to masculinization largely quinceañera, not in appearance, look for long hair with highlights, lipstick and eyelashes infinite- but rather in its everyday speech, especially when referring to the emerging relationships. It is known that Women are more critical of our fellow humans, and so I tried to be fair and also noticing the children's speech: the impression was very similar, identical terms and yes, a somewhat more rough. I'm not saying they have to talk like characters corny romances or the bovarysme is good, but Antonio Machado said that words of love you feel good your little exaggeration, that is, its pinch of poetry, of lyricism and creation whatnot even do well your little silence an intimate and secret that is not aired loudly in public transport. In The woman and her shadow Julián Marías diagnosed a "crisis of lyricism" that affects men and women, and even more to them , novelero accustomed to being seduced by the word, to tell ( se) his love life: " Love is essentially true each other, radical form of" be "personally [...] Love is very largely to speak, and the decline of conversation affected him deeply. It takes so only at certain times there is: a language of love. Love has always used, or almost always, the seduction by word, especially by men. The word leads to the discovery of a world lit by the reflection of love, and this is usually a powerful vehicle for its realization. "
(Julián Marías: The woman and her shadow, 1987)
Also for Gaite Carmen Marín which fails to tell to another or to have yourself a love story, just realizing that history never existed. So sorry that the demystifying youth slip away from the "rhetoric love "with the same zeal that their ancestors put to silence the sexual act, and replace it with a new" rhetoric of uprooting.
And of course, often getting off the bus I is the nostalgia of that song of Augusto Ferrán I left my copy in BUP agenda, to keep them safe:
There are no fairy tales
and are a truth listens
if not, brown
which I'll tell you.
"He wanted time:
never be forgotten ... "
an hour is a life ...
's story, but true.
