Take a look, take a glance at this!

I've bumped onto a super-interesting visual document tonight -pray be the Internet- and could not wait to share it here -was going to say, spread it, hohohoho-. You might not realize the interest that such a document may have for the Spaniard citizen of today, for the curious and open minded. I dare say that no reality nor show of any kind in TV now would make mouths more wide-open than this. With all the candles and all, looks like a midnight summer's dream... Twelve minutes and a half of disclosed history at one click of your finger. Click, click... 1987.

The aesthetics are so different, tinctures and colors, ideas, life itself: vastly different. The style of the talkers then is noticeably mutated from the manner in which they speak today, although FJL retains the same facial gestures and essential similarities. However, his talking is swifter, expands in one direction, like something that was spoken two or three days back after thoroughly consideration and is now well-settled in the brains. The thinker of yesterday was as brilliant as he is today, but his thoughts look only purplish red, like the color of a young wine, having not, by then, undergone the savage hot-annealing treatment of time (the man was only 37). 

If you can read Spanish, read this. The writing today is excellent; the writer is a magnificent feature writer. Only two forces in Nature -the stream of times past and the red flames of fire- possess enough level of hypnosis as to get these kind of feelings sprout from the talented and the poet. Two or three days ago, I finished my daily comment saying "(...) I guess this is the meaning of time: a cloudy path fading out quite and swiftly, like the wake of a jet in the high sky". Nihil novum sub sole, but for the simple the very same faces of time look differently and anew. And so, that comment of mine is better said in Quevedo's words: "solo lo fugitivo permanece y dura", and who knows if that sentence is but a variation of an even older statement!

Perhaps, the time machine landed amongst us in the form of an Internet capsule and, on Friday night, sort of like Superman taking Lois Lane for a stroll around the skies, it is offering us the chance of visiting other ages on perspective. A elightening  flight in the solitude of a cup of coffee... And a whirlpool of thoughts.

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