Τι Ιούλιος δηλαδή, σχεδόν Αύγουστος.
Μπάμ μπαμ περνάει ο καιρός.
Στην κατσαρόλα μοσχαράκι λεμονάτο, παγωμένο καρπούζι στο ψυγείο, φρεσκομαζεμένα σκούρα κορόμηλα για μαρμελάδα, μια σύντομη βροχή, los tres gatos, το μποστάνι, μια μεγάλη παρέα, το ποτάμι, το μονοπάτι, τα βουνά, το νησί, οι αυτοκινητάδες, οι φίλοι, το ταξίδι, η επιστροφή, ο χωρισμός, σκέψεις, αναλύσεις, αναβολές, ξ-εκκαθαρίσεις, επανεκκίνηση, σχέδια, κεφάλι μέσα.
“I no longer have patience for certain things, not because I’ve become
arrogant, but simply because I reached a point in my life where I do not
want to waste more time with what displeases me or hurts me.
I have no
patience for cynicism, excessive criticism and demands of any nature.
I
lost the will to please those who do not like me, to love those who do
not love me and to smile at those who do not
want to smile at me.
I no longer spend a single minute on those who lie
or want to manipulate.
I decided not to coexist anymore with pretense,
hypocrisy, dishonesty and cheap praise.
I do not tolerate selective
erudition nor academic arrogance.
I do not adjust either to popular
gossiping.
I hate conflict and comparisons.
I believe in a world of
opposites and that’s why I avoid people with rigid and inflexible
personalities.
In friendship I dislike the lack of loyalty and betrayal.
I do not get along with those who do not know how to give a compliment
or a word of encouragement.
Exaggerations bore me and I have difficulty
accepting those who do not like animals.
And on top of everything I have
no patience for anyone who does not deserve my patience.”