Juan Tomás

“Pelar una naranja, descortezar el mundo, desvendar el seno de una momia adolescente. Me como una naranja y tengo un día ana­ranjado. En rigor, una naranja me devora por dentro. Necesita de mí para transformarse en otra cosa, para sobrevivir, y cuelga ya, naranja otra vez, al final de los tiempos, del árbol dorado de mi vida.

Toda depredación es una redención. Todo canibalismo es una asunción. Voy a comerme otra naranja. La naranja me ha iluminado los interiores como un sol en gajos, y ha quedado ahí la ese rosa y blanca de su cáscara. Qué nalga breve y pugnaz del mundo acaricio en la naranja. Se reparte su sabor, su olor, su química, por todo mi cuerpo, y aprendo más de la vida, del mundo, del tiempo, gracias a la naranja, que en todos los libros de Kant y Platón. Llevo ya dentro un fanal anaranjado, y siglos de experiencia, sabiduría, decantación, licores, azúcares metafísicos y veranos líricos, que estaban empaque­tados en la naranja, que la habían hecho posible. Comer una naran­ja, desvendar el seno dorado y egipcio de una adolescente. Si hay que creer en algo, creo en la naranja.”
― Francisco Umbral, Mortal y rosa

“If you shut your door to all errors truth will be shut out.”
― Rabindranath Tagore

“To be surprised, to wonder, is to begin to understand. This is the sport, the luxury, special to the intellectual man. The gesture characteristic of his tribe consists in looking at the world with eyes wide open in wonder. Everything in the world is strange and marvelous to well-open eyes.”
― José Ortega y Gasset, The Revolt of the Masses

“It was a movie about American bombers in World War II and the gallant men who flew them. Seen backwards by Billy, the story went like this: American planes, full of holes and wounded men and corpses took off backwards from an airfield in England. Over France, a few German fighter planes flew at them backwards, sucked bullets and shell fragments from some of the planes and crewmen. They did the same for wrecked American bombers on the ground, and those planes flew up backwards to join the formation.

The formation flew backwards over a German city that was in flames. The bombers opened their bomb bay doors, exerted a miraculous magnetism which shrunk the fires, gathered them into cylindrical steel containers , and lifted the containers into the bellies of the planes. The containers were stored neatly in racks. The Germans below had miraculous devices of their own, which were long steel tubes. They used them to suck more fragments from the crewmen and planes. But there were still a few wounded Americans though and some of the bombers were in bad repair. Over France though, German fighters came up again, made everything and everybody as good as new.

When the bombers got back to their base, the steel cylinders were taken from the racks and shipped back to the United States of America, where factories were operating night and day, dismantling the cylinders, separating the dangerous contents into minerals. Touchingly, it was mainly women who did this work. The minerals were then shipped to specialists in remote areas. It was their business to put them into the ground, to hide them cleverly, so they would never hurt anybody ever again.”
― Kurt Vonnegut, Slaughterhouse-Five