Ethereal

Norwegian Wood

There is not way around it: my memory is growing ever more distant from the spot where Naoko used to stand - where my old self used to stand. And nothing but scenery, that view of the meadow in October, returns again and again to me like a symbolic scene in a film. Each time it appears, it delivers a kick to some part of my mind. Wake up, it says. I'm still here. Wake up and think about it. Think about why I'm still here.

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Hace unos dias, rondando inocentemente la venta de libros de segunda mano que llega semanalmente a la universidad, me encontre con Norwegian Wood. En un impulso lo compre. Con una narrativa que te atrapa, dia a dia no me he podido despegar de el.

posted by Lilo @ 01:00