"(...) went well, your blessing, my father, and the old man raises his hand slowly, slowly the forces of those who still have only this is his last act, I concluded, not completed, the hand fell side by side on the folds of the mantle, and when Baltasar finally turns to his father, to receive the blessing, she sees him leaning against the wall, with open hands, his head fell on his chest, State evil, is a superfluous question, there would be intimidated if Joao Francisco answered, I'm dead, and this would be the largest of the truth. It's natural tears they wept, Alvaro Diogo did not go to work, and when Gabriel entered the house could not help but show sad, so happy he came back from heaven, heaven forbid that do not burn the hell between her legs.
Joao Francisco Mateus left a garden and an old house. He had a land on top of the sail. It had taken years to free her from the stones, until the hoe could dig in loose soil. It is not worth it, the stones are there again, in short, why a man comes into the world. "
Jose Saramago, Memorial of the Convent, 1982
It 's the first book I read Saramago more than twenty years ago, and that one of the many songs that I loved, and who taught me so much.
For the latest controversy after his death, any links to reflect:
's Blog: Vanessa Mazza
's Blog: Vanessa Mazza
http://www.booksblog.it/post/6417/secondo-losservatore-romano-jose-saramago-era-solo-un-populista-estremistico
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