This is blog is almost six years old. I've been very consistent. It's been almost a year since I decided to write just in English.
I missed writing in Spanish here although I been writing in Spanish in other places. I still don't figure how this language thing works for me. I'm fluent in Spanish but somehow I feel comfortable in English even knowing that I make a lot of grammatical mistakes. The comfortability is just for this blog writing though.
Also during this past year I have read books that I should have read before. Those cult inspiring pieces in which identity is questioned. Books about youngsters. The last one has been The Bell Jar by Sylvia Plath. I did not kill myself. I found it a very emo book but I did like the bitter sense of humor. It is the kind of book that sticks its language. I saw myself having thought processes similar to the ones of Esther Greenwood. And those thoughts were in English as if my youngster voice were an English one. She was too much. I like her though. Her best quote is one about American man:
"He had what no American I've ever met has had, and that's intuition." Bitter!
Now I'll read some autobiographical readings from mature artists. Drunken cult artists. They'll be in Spanish. Let's see.
