Sadness came like a wave on to me, carrying me out of my way. This liquid filled everything around me and left me motionless, shocked, air slipping away from me. I don't know how long it has been. I don't hear the voices clearly and I don't know where I am. Breathless I felt like fading and now that the water is slowly coming down, I struggle to catch my breath. Everything is still blur and I don't know the way back. But from here I'll start walking and in the end I'll come across the road again. I do know that. But wait for me, it may still take me long hours to get there.

"People soon get tired of things that aren't boring, but not of what is boring. Go figure. For me, I might have the leisure to be bored, but not to grow tired of something. Most people can't distinguish between the two."

Kafka on the shore, Haruki Murakami

It's been so long since I felt like this with a book... It was there, all the time for 10 months now. A simple attachment on someone's email. An email who just stayed there, waiting. A title heard so many times in all those long gone amazing conversations we used to have when we met. Discussed, recommended, sent. All that time, just a click away, and I, longing for this feeling for so long. Being caught in the arms of a book, taking away my sleep, challenging my speed and leading me to that delicious vice of reading while walking. Only a few books really get me there. To slide on the streets, passing by people and sights, no sound no movement. I remember the last time this happened, was more or less, five years ago with a book called El obscuro pájaro del deseo, I remember that book with love.
Anyway I have it now, soon it will be gone, meanwhile, enjoy, as everything in life: THE TIME IS NOW.

"Raindrops beat against the glass, blurring streetlights alongside the road that stretch off into the distance at identical intervals like they were set down to measure the earth."

Kafka on the shore, Haruki Murakami

"No matter how metaphysical or symbolic it might be, make no mistake about it: it will cut through flesh like a thousand razor blades. People will bleed there, and you will bleed too. Hot, red blood. You'll catch that blood in your hands, your own blood and the blood of others."

Kafka on the shore, Haruki Murakami