Tuesday, July 14, 2009

The uncertain old man whose real existence was the simplest of his enigmas

"A noisy city with houses having mirror walls rose up...a name he had never heard, that had no meaning at all, a supernatural echo in his dream :MACONDO "

Anybody who is interested in good literature and has appreciation for writers who have the ability to play with words and a kind of vocabulary that would seam personally created by him. This is him. A brilliant storyteller, witch his writing is a tribute to both the power of the imagination and the mysteries of the human heart. That is Cabriel Garcia Marquez, or as is friends like to call him, GABO.
The first time i saw him, was on T.V. and it was on an interview in which he was talking about what writing meant to him and what was the stories behind the books that he was writing. I fell in love with that man's words, i wanted to be in the place of the journalist who was having that privilege of talking to him.
In Gabo’s world, where flowers rain from the sky and dictators sell the very ocean, reality is subject to emotional truths as well as physical boundaries. It is a world of great beauty and great cruelty; a world where love brings both redemption and enslavement; and a world where the lines between objective reality and dreams are hopelessly blurred. It is a world very much like our own. But the difference is that most of us can't put it in words like he can, the pictures and imagines in his mind and imagination come from a place where to us it doesn't cross our minds.
I speak for myself because even tough i loved hearing him talk about his imagination and how he creates the fictionary characters and how he elaborates for us the facts as he sees them, for me it was very hard to interpret in his literature. I felt ignorant the first time i pick up a book of his to read. I couldn't understand the language and i knew that the wrong wasn't in his writing, but yes in my ignorance and incapacity to translate to my mind what he was trying to say.
Its like he has a kind of way of telling a story in a codified way that only those who as worthy can unlock it and interpret it.
But still i love him and i love his quotes which i will just display only a few, because if i were to write down all of his words of wisdom, i'd have to create another blog, just for GABO.

“Nobody deserves your tears, but whoever deserves them will not make you cry.”
“What matters in life is not what happens to you but what you remember and how you remember it.”
“It is not true that people stop pursuing dreams because they grow old, they grow old because they stop pursuing dreams.”
“She discovered with great delight that one does not love one's children just because they are one's children but because of the friendship formed while raising them.”
“He who awaits much can expect little.”
“The heart's memory eliminates the bad and magnifies the good.”
“...human beings are not born once and for all on the day their mothers give birth to them, but...life obliges them over and over again to give birth to themselves.”
“The interpretation of our reality through patterns not our own, serves only to make us ever more unknown, ever less free, ever more solitary.”
“Ultimately, literature is nothing but carpentry. With both you are working with reality, a material just as hard as wood.”
“The heart's memory eliminates the bad and magnifies the good; and thanks to this artifice we manage to endure the burdens of the past.”
"A famous writer who wants to continue writing has to be constantly defending himself against fame."


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