Rarely in life makes me want to go back to being 13 years. As I said in a previous post, the much mythologized adolescence seems to me the worst time of life. But we must recognize that one of the few advantages of puberty is that it is easier to fall surrendered to something and get caught up in the excitement, the passion of new knowledge.
When, after a sleepless night, I spent reading Soseki Immortal Tigre, Drago's new book, I turned the last page and closed my eyes pretending to go to sleep, I thought I was angry have not read that book 25 years ago when everything had been provided a map of directions for further research, a sort of spell to open the doors of perception and knowledge. But no, I was wrong. The vigil will not let me think clearly. What had been discovered Soseki Immortal Tigre was identical, but now were closer to menopause than at menarche, which had experienced the first time I read "Siddhartha", "The Island" of Huxley, "Treasure Island", "Alice in Wonderland the Wonderland "or some parts of" Gárgoris and Habidis "(which then did not get completely sink your teeth). It was obvious what was awake at 5 am, reading non-stop? Why did the excitement of discovery, the first time? The book had seduced me and I had given that adolescent experience, saving mood swings, acne and insecurities.
Within days, you can see in The White Nights my brief comment on it. I suppose you've been clumsy, so although I repeat, I would delve into what I say here. Commented that he can draw two key lessons that, in my view, define a Dragó that not everyone here knows and shows no shame. It is his ability to question everything, to not take anything for granted and not be intimidated by his authority and that facility to get something good (the novel) about how terrible (the death of Soseki). The first is a constant in the book. The grandfather teaches his granddaughter many things, speaks of philosophy, history, legends ... but the key lesson is to unlearn, to forge a path of knowledge itself. Secondly, the ability to give back to life, something we all know in theory, but very few have the determination to make, is another of those things that make you like and admire Drago.
At this point, let the record straight. It is clear that Fernando Sanchez Drago has thousands of fans who idolize him and hundreds of opponents that they can not bear. And, in fact, quite frequently have to explain why I like him so much and why I have so very dear. Mention this because it does indeed write this text from the heart. Soseki I knew, I experienced the pain of Drago and Naoko for her death. Discovered by them, Joseph Girl, Bunbury and Javier Colis footprints in the table in the center of Eleusis and out came a story that I have the honor he has decided to appear in the book. I lived that deep wound almost at first hand and myself suffered by Soseki and two of them.
The book I read before returning to the center of initiation that Drago plans to open and is still in its infancy, but has begun to bear fruit. In my case, I must say that I got in a way the night before the book launch at Church of the village and left 48 hours after turned away, feeling that there would be a before and after in my life. I do not know if it will, but simply feel that, that's enough.
During those hours there were many magic moments, but we may help you better understand what we mean is the baptism of Sensei, the brother of Soseki. It was a short, intimate ceremony. The six who attended the event were excited. We all had in common a love for Drago and Naoko, by Soseki and, thereafter, by Sensei. That it is a defining feature, but so is having the sensitivity and the ability to make this game something completely serious liturgy, only children and some adults as six of us are able to "play" with the solemnity. Drago improvised a few words, he repeated because he was not convinced, Alicia Mariño (author of the haiku that serves as an epitaph on the tomb of Soseki and godmother Sensei) played the part with absolute ceremony as Lewis Carroll's Alice is. Naoko, the wise and gentle Naoko, watched the scene with tenderness, Elena Figueroa held the baptismal font full of champagne and then I thought it would be perfect to sing something a capella, as only she can do, the Barbarian Blecua Ramon, one of the Castilfrío new settlers had made a stop on their nomadic journeys to attend the ceremony and gave an air of solemnity to the act, wearing his black cloak, and I was there, remembering that day in which there in that garden presided over by a Buddha, Soseki left his seven-league boots to become a tiger of light.
