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that life was for real
I only realised later
Que la vida iba en serio
uno lo empieza a comprender más tarde:
como todos los jóvenes, yo vine
a llevarme la vida por delante.Dejar huella quería
y marcharme entre aplausos
—envejecer, morir, eran tan sólo
las dimensiones del teatro.Pero ha pasado el tiempo
y la verdad desagradable asoma:
envejecer, morir,
es el único argumento de la obra.Jaime Gil de Biedma














You’re invited to my fortieth birthday


My birthday is on the 10th, but we’re celebrating at home on Saturday 12 December, from 5 pm.
When you arrive, press N > NAVARRETE on the intercom and we’ll open the gate.
No need to bring anything to eat; still, if you fancy showing off your cooking skills, it will be more than welcome.
Remember that Marieta and I are vegetarian, and I’m also allergic to seeds and nuts.
I’d also like to ask you for something very simple, but very important to me: when I blow out the candles, let’s all put our energy into it and project our aura so that some —or all— of the following things come true. I’ve always thought that if I ever held up a bank with hostages, these would be my demands:
I’ve had Sir Richard Burton’s line branded on my chest since I came across it at eighteen, but now I think it isn’t quite complete: to “Home is where your books are” one inevitably has to add “and your friends”.
HOME IS WHERE YOUR BOOKS AND YOUR FRIENDS ARE.
I know many of you won’t be able to come because you’ll be in Germany, Chile, Belgium, France, Spain, Lithuania or some other corner of the world, being as wonderful as you were when we shared so many moments together. Even so, I know a little piece of you will also be laughing and listening to records with Marieta and me.
TORGNY SEGERSTEDTS ALLÉ 78 A
FLAT 1604 · ROSENDAL
I’ll be waiting for you. I celebrate you and I love you.
Salva 🦖