Hi my friends! Today I will talk
about different important thinks to me, that converge in a name: María.
Since I was kid I
love to imagine stories. Since I was a teenager, I love to write: my ideas, my
feelings. Create a particular and huge world by words, in wich my mind and my
heart can talk. And, in 2011, I read a book that I really loved: full of
passion, full of elegance, full of privacy. I felt that the author was similar
to my; I had never found someone like her. Reading María Luisa Bombal, I felt
rained woods inside my chest.
Borned in June of
1910 in a aristocrat chilean famliy, M. L. Bombal was a intense women. She went
to meetings only for men to talk about literature, she wrote of the feelings
and sexuality of the females of ther time and shooted the man she
loved once time. Years ago I met a guy that was friend of María in her last
years. When I asked to him about her, the first thing he said was: 'A very depressive
women'.
The books write by
María have a surrealist erotism and prose; a beautiful, elegant and precise
prose. I really love her. The worlds she creates: the Chilean south, full of humidity
and shadows, the place where people expose common feelings and thoughts; sometimes,
like everyone in certain moments, their reflections full of wisdom.
My writing style is similar to her,
today. I treat to make surrealist scenes, in which common but deep people
suddenly appear, and move displaying their intimate world. I like to think that
I’m like a more political inclinaded nephew of her.
