Ninguna explicación merece nuestro aliento
Surface tensionIn the first grade they taught us about surface tension. There was a glass almost brimming over with water. We dropped pennies in. One after another. One after another. They were more like secret messages sent to an invisible addressee than wishes dropped into a well; the sensation that someone somewhere was getting them without ever seeing them arrive. Our tiny investments made the glass threaten to overflow. What anticipation. A mystery like that can fill you up, make you almost burst.
What a nice image you have given birth to ¡ It made me think of something I wrote years ago. Do you think there is a common theme there? http://metaforazero.blogspot.com/2005/10/crnica-anacrnica.html
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