"El lenguado"
Soy
José Watanabe en Cosas del cuerpo, 1999.
Conjunto de citas que, por alguna razón, me marcaron. Después de todo, otro modo de hablar sobre uno mismo.
"El lenguado"
Soy
José Watanabe en Cosas del cuerpo, 1999.
"Posted in Trieste
21 January, 1926
I am reduced to a thing that wants Virginia. I composed a beautiful letter to you in the sleepless nightmare hours of the night, and it has all gone: I just miss you, in a quite simple desperate human way. You, with all your un-dumb letters, would never write so elementary phrase as that; perhaps you wouldn't even feel it. And yet I believe you'll be sensible of a little gap. But you'd clothe it in so exquisite a phrase that it would lose a little of its reality. Whereas with me it is quite stark: I miss you even more than I could have believed; and I was prepared to miss you a good deal. So this letter is just really a squeal of pain. It is incredible how essential to me you have become. I suppose you are accustomed to people saying these things. Damn you, spoilt creature; I shan't make you love me any the more by giving myself away like this -But oh my dear, I can't be clever and stand-offish with you: I love you too much for that. Too truly. You have no idea how stand-offish I can be with people I don't love. I have brought it to a fine art. But you have broken down my defences. And I don't really resent it.
However I won't bore you with any more. [...]
Please forgive me for writing such a miserable letter.
Carta de Vita Sackville-West a Virginia Woolf (1926).