Maya Angelou quotes

Bitterness is like cancer. It eats upon the host; it doesn’t do a damn thing to the object! I know that a diamond is a result of extreme pressure. Less time and less pressure and it’s just crystal or coal or fossilised leaves or just dirt. But, time and pressure will create a diamond. My…

¿Qué les queda a los jóvenes?

¿Qué les queda por probar a los jóvenes
en este mundo de paciencia y asco?
¿sólo grafitti? ¿rock? ¿escepticismo?
también les queda no decir amén
no dejar que les maten el amor
recuperar el habla y la utopía
ser jóvenes sin prisa y con memoria
situarse en una historia que es la suya
no convertirse en viejos prematuros

Anton Chekhov quotes

If in the first act you introduce a gun, by the third act you have to use it. Any idiot can face a crisis – it’s day to day living that wears you out. The task of a writer is not to solve the problem but to state the problem correctly. There is nothing more…

Orhan Pamuk quotes

Oscar Wilde always makes me smile – with respect and admiration. His short stories prove that it is possible to be both sarcastic, even cynical, but deeply compassionate. Just seeing the cover of one of Wilde’s books in a bookshop makes me smile. Culture is mix. Culture means a mix of things from other sources….


I prefer movies. I prefer cats. I prefer the oaks along the Warta. I prefer Dickens to Dostoyevsky. I prefer myself liking people to myself loving mankind. I prefer keeping a needle and thread on hand, just in case. I prefer the color green. I prefer not to maintain that reason is to blame for…

Con la misma moneda, de Verity Bargate

Originally posted on Piélago de Lecturas:
? En puridad, el título de la novela debería de traducirse como Toma y daca ya que esta expresión corresponde exactamente al original Tit for tat, yendo en ambas implícito el hecho de que se trata de un intercambio de golpes. Ahora bien, la expresión inglesa, como acertadamente…

Susan Sontag quotes

Existence is no more than the precarious attainment of relevance in an intensely mobile flux of past, present, and future. It is easier to endure than to change. But once one has changed, what was endured is hard to recall. All understanding begins with our not accepting the world as it appears. To take a…

Noche de Insomnio

Estaba solo, completamente solo, incluso el sueño nocturno me había abandonado… De pronto me pareció oír no unas palabras sino unos sonidos, unos sonidos siempre en tres suspiros Como viento y harina… “¿Qué puede ser eso? ¡No hay tiempo que perder!”, mascullé, y enderezándome el cabello con un trago de vino me puse en pie…

The Tunnel by Ernesto Sabato — Winstonsdad’s Blog

The Tunnel by Ernesto Sabato Argentian fiction Original title –El túnel Translator – Margaret Sayers Peden Source – personal copy I was kindly sent this a few years ago by Annabelle of the blog Annabookbel here review is here . I had left this on my shelves to long Sabato is a writer I had…

Paris in the Spring (1)

Originally posted on Etcetera Etcetera Etcetera:
“Paris in the Spring” Paris, France. May 2018. (6 photos) This is Part 1 of my France 2018 photo series, and also Part 1 of my Europe 2018 photo series. Perhaps you’ve noticed my absence and wondered why I haven’t made any posts for a while. The answer is…

In Search of Lost Time

We believe that we can change the things around us in accordance with our desires—we believe it because otherwise we can see no favourable outcome. We do not think of the outcome which generally comes to pass and is also favourable: we do not succeed in changing things in accordance with our desires, but gradually…


  Si cuarenta mil niños diariamente  en el purgatorio del hambre y de la sed si la tortura de los pobres cuerpos envilece una a una a las almas y si el poder se ufana de sus cuarentenas o si los pobres de solemnidad son cada vez menos solemnes y más pobres ya es bastante…

An Alpine Divorce

  by Robert Barr In some natures there are no half-tones; nothing but raw primary colours. John Bodman was a man who was always at one extreme or the other. This probably would have mattered little had he not married a wife whose nature was an exact duplicate of his own. Doubtless there exists in…

When it Rains on Sunday

When it rains on Sunday and you are alone, open to the world but no thief comes and neither drunkard nor enemy knocks at the door, when it rains on Sunday and you’re deserted and can’t imagine living without the body or not living since you have it, when it rains on Sunday and you’re…

Todos los Putos Días

Elegir un libro, y que encima nos guste, no deja de ser un riesgo “asumido” por el lector.  ¿Qué es lo primero que nos atrae de un libro? ¿La portada, la sinopsis, una recomendación…? Sea lo que sea, las grandes editoriales, pese a su  gran maquinaria de marketing, no  pueden garantizan la calidad de un …

A Bread and Butter Miss

The young have aspirations that never come to pass, the old have reminiscences of what never

Quotes from Joan Didion

  I write entirely to find out what I’m thinking, what I’m looking at, what I see and what it means. What I want and what I fear. To free us from the expectations of others, to give us back to ourselves – there lies the great, singular power off self-respect. Life changes fast. Life…

Ballad of Forgotten Places

My most beautiful hiding places, places that best fit my soul’s deepest colors, are made of all that others forgot. They are solitary sites hollowed out in the grass’s caress, in a shadow of wings, in a passing song; regions whose limits swirl with the ghostly carriages that transport the mist in the dawn, and…

Address to the Moon

How sweet the silver Moon’s pale ray, Falls trembling on the distant bay, O’er which the breezes sigh no more, Nor billows lash the sounding shore. Say, do the eyes of those I love, Behold thee as thou soar’st above, Lonely, majestic and serene, The calm and placid evening’s Queen? Say, if upon thy peaceful…

Death in Spring by Mercè Rodoreda

Originally posted on Winstonsdad's Blog:
Death in Spring by  Mercè Rodoreda Spanish Catalan fiction Original title –  La mort i la primavera Translator – Martha Tennet Source – personnel copy Well, I read the first of my post-holiday reads in a day. This book came out a few years ago in the US and earlier this year…


Whenever you read a good book, somewhere in the world a door opens to allow in more light. Vera Nazarian             If we encounter a man of rare intellect, we should ask him what books he reads. Ralph Waldo Emerson Always read something that will make you look good if…

Tony’s Wife

  by Alice Dunbar-Nelson “Gimme fi’ cents worth o’ candy, please.” It was the little Jew girl who spoke, and Tony’s wife roused herself from her knitting to rise and count out the multi-hued candy which should go in exchange for the dingy nickel grasped in warm, damp fingers. Three long sticks, carefully wrapped in crispest…

City that does not sleep

I will always be on the side of those who have nothing and who are not even allowed to enjoy the nothing they have in peace.
Federico García Lorca

When a person is born…

When a person is born, he can embark on only one of three roads of life: if you go right, the wolves will eat you; if you go left, you’ll eat the wolves; if you go straight, you’ll eat yourself. Anton Chekhov My ambition is to say in ten sentences what other men say in…

A Dynamite Explosion

No one can tell, when two people walk closely together, what unconscious communication one mind may have with another.
Robert Barr


Nowadays, the demand for ghostwriters is on the rise. Some people like to use their services to write for their blogs and social media accouts to lessen their burden while others even hire them to write a book for them. Nonetheless, ghostwriting has been around for centuries, in one form or another. There are historians […]…

The Tomb and the Rose

The tomb asked of the rose: “What dost thou with the tears, which dawn Sheds on thee every summer morn, Thou sweetest flower that blows?” The rose asked of the tomb: “What dost thou with the treasures rare, Thou hidest deep from light and air, Until the day of doom?” The rose said: “Home of…

Taxi, de Carlos Zanón, una novela de película

Carlos Zanón, como es habitual, sabe cómo acariciar las llagas ocultas de sus personajes con el único fin de despertar sus miedos para que vomiten la vida al ritmo de un arrastrado tango.

Drink my soul, as if with a straw

Drink my soul, as if with a straw I know it’s bitter, intoxicating taste. I won’t disturb the torment with pleading, Oh, for weeks now I’ve been at peace. Tell me, when you’re done. No sadness, That my soul’s no more of this world. I’ll walk down that road nearby And see how children play….

On the streets of San Francisco

Originally posted on Etcetera Etcetera Etcetera:
“The fellowship of the cable car.” San Francisco, USA. October 2017 (17 photos) This is part 1 of my USA 2017 photo series. I thought I’d take a momentary pause from my posts about Cuba to post about one of my other destinations from my trip last year, San…


The artist must possess the courageous soul that dares and defies.
Kate Chopin


  Fears The sensation of being the only guest in a grand hotel on the outskirts of the city —and hearing the somnambulistic elevator and a scream— or being in an empty theater or in a lonely plaza of a lonely unknown city weighed down with suitcases and no money surrounded by escaped doves from…


Patience and I have traveled hand in hand
So many days that I have grown to trace
The lines of sad, sweet beauty in her face,
And all its veiled depths to understand.

In Black and White

My last look at Jun’ichirō Tanizaki’s work involved a short piece blending thriller and erotic themes, and today’s choice, on the surface at least, is a very similar novel. Once again, we’re off to Tokyo, in the company of a writer who becomes swept up in an intrigue involving a beautiful woman and night-time assignations. […]…