Vital Relative Density

The title of this page refers to something stupid and pretentious. But perhaps there is something important in there.

My Vital Relative Density

Or not.

Any road up. I am overflowing with energy, good will and optimism. Actually, this is an abject lie. I am feeling insecure, dejected and rather pessimistic. I'm afraid that I will die lonely and withered like an old tree. Everything is in turmoil. The lawyer is in the middle of replying to the summons from Loreto. Mercifully she hasn't been in contact for the last week and Jacky has been with her. Today, in the afternoon he will be with me. 

A Couple of Days' Holiday

 Went away with Ana last week just for two days. Did a bit of walking and gastronomic tourism (eating like a pig). Very nice and restful. Lots of flowers and trees and rain.

The Living Room of the Rural Tourism House

Time to come clean: 

Don't Want to Become a Ghost

I suppose what I really need is to find a healthy level of independence. This will require, forbearance, tolerance and self-discipline. While these are qualities which are not innate in me, I can procure them. These days you can buy everything in shops. A quarter of forbearance please! Forbearance is imperial.  

   

Today's poem: (a bit of a poem)

His soul stretched tight across the skies
That fade behind a city block,
Or trampled by insistent feet
At four and five and six o'clock;
And short square fingers stuffing pipes,
And evening newspapers, and eyes
Assured of certain certainties,
The conscience of a blackened street
Impatient to assume the world.

I am moved by fancies that are curled
Around these images, and cling:
The notion of some infinitely gentle
Infinitely suffering thing.

Wipe your hand across your mouth, and laugh;
The worlds revolve like ancient women
Gathering fuel in vacant lots.