Dana Scully Nylon Feet

Fear not the days and things that make people

Galdós and Clarín, in the nineteenth century, famously described the countryside of Spain in which they lived. I, in the XXI century, live in rural English. Some things change, others do: it is obvious progress, development, new technologies, the normal parameters of Europe ..., but other things are on the same site that left the Generation of '98. Live in rural areas is a huge quality of life and an extraordinary human relationship (and, likewise, if the relationship is bad, the worse proximity: no one is neglected that one sees most easily who do not want to see), but carries a price, especially a psychological price that only saves the environment fleeing for a while ... and that is what I consider briefly in a few days, I think, going to the Town and Court, a place where one goes unnoticed and that walking meditation helps spring. Like many writers, the best place is the Parque del Retiro, in which the seasoned nature of pollution builds a microcosm inspirational. There you go wear the days of half truths and lies that become truths of a priori judgments and the comments at the mercy of a drink in a pub, of the indifference with which they pay an aid or advice; of gaffes with things and people (smile theatrical), the danger of too fond with the way you do not know whether or not to fond (and, alas danger!, much more if a person) and also the vicious circle self-culture, because you have to go to the movies and theater performances and luncheons and intellectuals to listen and learn (because one is never the center of the world as we made clear that novel of the same title by Ramón Pérez de Ayala ) and, yes, because the Village and Court has been the daily life of one for twenty years and some have left, from people to places and corners, all you have to add it. And because we must also think and make decisions, or even think about the decisions taken in the solitude of the night and you have to react to those who have always heard, just to say something, especially what you do not want to hear. For that reason and because travel broadens the mind. I asked for help and advice and support to shouting and I was alone, I would say a poet, and to hear only silence must go to the noise produced by this city of four million and a half of beings of all types . All this plan work expecting that permits me.