Do not Say that it Was a Dream

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"The weight of love always beat the weight of revenge, the weight of pain, the weight of rancor, the weight of disaffection is the same weight... the weight of straw"

The Weight of Straw.

In the train in Spanish poetry have a place authors starting and also the acclaimed authors of any era, poets and writers of our day together with those who have already surpassed that barrier that separates the death of life, poets and writers who have left his work written in Spanish, but also the authors from other countries the feeling, inspiration and beauty does not attend to beliefs or ideologies and motivates creatives from any nation.

The following author more that poet was a writer, thinker, cinephile, historian and essayist, always living between their accounts, time, sex and love, their arguments arise of real life and fiction, by placing in a same plane of time, history and legend, building realistic portraits of his time without artifice, showing situations that might be , as something true, in fact the figure of the author is portrayed in all his novels, contributing to the fictionalized, elements of realist fiction.

Writer, thinker, poet and essayist who makes a portrait of that decadent society in which struggling to fit, "Not Say that Was a Dream", "The Weight of Straw" and "Claws of Astrakhan" placed it within the world of the great novelists, and among those writers essential in dealing with the Spanish and Catalan letters in each of his works.

Terenci Moix life lends itself to write a screenplay for the film, recognized homosexual in Spain in which was a serious crime, was persecuted and vetoed, during the time he lived the Franco dictatorship was positioned next to the rights of women, gays, transsexuals and Spanish lesbian, once installed democracy in Spain the author was relaxed and begins to that time of Bohemian glamour that accompanied him until the end of his life.

Just turned sixty years the author suffered a heart attack and he was given a choice between living or tobacco, Terenci Moix not thought, chose to continue with his oldest Vice, smokeless couldn't think or write, and... a few months after infarction, without hardly suffering repeated, Terenci died on April 2, 2003, and was at that moment that in Spain began to change everything at the beginning of that change, among the Tamayazo of Madrid and the Invasion of Iraq, in that apocalyptic environment the more starry author stopped writing and smoking forever.

For all those things the most terrible infant of Catalonia deserves also get on the virtual train, and offer you a black cigarette while they sound their verses.

* Do not Say that it Was a Dream *

Do not say that it was a dream,
Or an improvisation,
Do not say that it was an insult,
Nor an alienation.

Do not say that I was your owner,
A dissatisfaction,
Do not say that I was imposed,
That there was never a passion.

Tell me that I am your immunity,
Your representation,
Tell me that I am the port,
Of salvation.

Do not say that it was the time,
No cause or reason,
Do not say that it was a moan,
Or an interpretation.

Do not say that I was a wink,
Nor a reverie,
Do not say that I was imposed,
That there was never a passion.

Anonymous. Dating Back to 1960.

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* No Digas que Fue un Sueño *

No digas que fue un sueño,
ni una improvisación,
no digas que fue un insulto,
ni una enajenación.

No digas que fui tu dueño,
una insatisfacción,
no digas que fui impuesto,
que nunca hubo pasión.

Dime que soy tu fuero,
tu representación,
dime que soy el puerto,
de la salvación.

No digas que fue el tiempo,
ni causa ni la razón,
no digas que fue un lamento,
ni una interpretación.

No digas que fui un guiño,
ni una ensoñación,
no digas que fui impuesto,
que nunca hubo pasión.

Anónimo. Fechado en 1960.

The myth of his poetry collection is based on insufficient poetic production, this poem is anonymous, but both by its style, content and execution, "Don't Say that it Was a Dream" fits in with the work of the author.

Lover that was for many years the television Goya, departed abruptly without hardly knowing Internet, given his love to addiction, the network had caught him even with easier that caught it in his childhood these sordid and dark cinemas under Franco, and where always is he evaded both everyday horror lost between his dreams and the adventure of creating.

If the author would have done if the Medical Council possibly his heart had better resisted the emotions, and would have been able to share their work in real time with their readers, something that was part of the fiction literature today for Terenci is something everyday, simple and very real, and thus always occurs when the incomprehensible, normalizes the impossible to accept.

"What comes after love, so too tremendous how to retry it, sex is, it is something natural and basic in the life of all people, both when it occurs as when it is repressed, loneliness, when it is everyday, is written with lowercase very stunted, and so humble as a cleaner without employment."

Terenci Moix.

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