Guerra somiada

For some time I began to read everything that was on henry Miller, a vital and urgent prose writer that struck me personally during my last year of studies. During a trip to Ireland to visit a friend who was in a “Erasmus” I brought with me “Time of the assassins”, and I remember that I had already read 40 pages when I closed the book and told myself that I wasn’t understanding anything. It was an Arthur Rimbaud essay, a dark French poet difficult to follow up. While composing “Roses místiques” I read “Illuminations”, which made me think that I have always understood many things later than usual.