Bliss

What can you do if you are thirty and, turning the corner of your own street, you are overcome, suddenly by a feeling of bliss - absolute bliss! - as though you'd suddenly swallowed a bright piece of that late afternoon sun and it burned in your bosom, sending out a little shower of sparks into every particle, into every finger and toe? ... Oh, is there no way you can express it without being "drunk and disorderly"? How idiotic civilisation is! Why be given a body if you have to keep it shut up in a case like a rare, rare fiddle?

katherine Mansfield

esta cita me obsesiona hace 17 años.

esto me pasa mucho con el sol de invierno, que aunque pega menos, entra mucho más directo en las casas de la gente, a la noche, al menos en méxico, me pongo dramática y pienso en el parte de guerra.