The truth is that almost did not remember this blog, because you always look at is the other, which makes Meadow. Well, I'm writing the novel, I have been a third, and some poems, slowly. The first is because I want to do and second because I can not avoid them. I must hurry, because right now the only thing that comes to my desk are reprints, translations, all that on the one hand I like it, because it means that some books are still living and learning languages, and secondly I am concerned about is how to wood fire burned. But not easy to move when you move so much and I have made so many trips in recent months, United States, Cuba, Greece, Costa Rica and twice to Italy, and if I say no to many things, the fact is that again in January to go to Cuba, and Argentina in May, also in Luxembourg and, probably, Mexico, aside from a few sites in Spain. Rafael Alberti remember always told me, when you're working, do not interrupt at all, because you pick up the phone and the poem is another ... Who could ignore it. I am also seeing friends, last night I had dinner with Juan Gelman, Luis García Montero, Chus Visor ... and today I feel great, because I crossed from one side to another of the night swimming in vodka ... Ugh! And this afternoon I have to go see Pepe Caballero Bonald, to have a conversation with him about poetry that I have asked the newspaper, which will be long and that I deliver Monday. And tomorrow is another dinner to support Luis, who has been convicted in a court of Granada for libel to a University professor who for years had insulted him and his family. Well, I wish I could add something this weekend to my books up, but when ... At least, I think I'll finish a poem that lacks only a couple of verses or three, I think. If I succeed, I'll be happy to Monday.
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