How to be alone, wake up from illusion, master the art of asking, fathom your place in the universe, and more.
The words in this book may be answers to questions you didn’t know to ask, and perhaps some you did. They might pinpoint emotions and experiences that seemed elusive or indescribable, or they may cause you to remember a person you’d forgotten. If you take something away from this book … let it be the realization or affirmation that you are human, that you are fundamentally, intrinsically bound to every single person on the planet with language and feelings.
Ok so the question about style is finally over in my life: I don’t have one. I have finally got rid of the pressure it represents to find, define, create and maintain a style: I simply don’t have one, that’s it. I have plenty, that is. I wake up and feel like something, and I base my choices for the day on that. I think of myself yesterday and I can’t even recognize that woman in skyscraper heels, a you-can-only-find-this-in-Rome skirt, and make up on. I haven’t even combed my hair today.
Variety – or inconsistency - is a constant in my life, in all aspects. Music for example: I love The Rolling Stones. I ALWAYS love them. But then, I sometimes LOVE reaggeton. Yes, reaggeton. Especially on Fridays.
Another example: books. Books on my night table at the moment include La Parisienne, Mandela’s autobiography Long Walk to Freedom and Maitena’s Todo Superadas.
I mean maybe this happens to all of us.
Truth is that I feel so free now, like: honey, you don’t need to define your style, just wear whatever you please. Ahhhhhhhhhhh, freedom!!!