dodi romanati

“Abandonar un país era un juego de niños. Un trueque de colores y no de vida. El desarraigo no tenía color, en cambio. A uno le daba igual vivir en cualquier parte y nacer aquí o allá era un accidente. Uno era un camaleón, los países y la gente meros decorados. Tal”
― Juan Gabriel Vásquez, Los amantes de Todos los Santos

“We see the world the way we do — as solid, lasting, and independent — because we’ve been primed to do so by our parents, teachers, and virtually everyone alive. It’s this continued reinforcement that continues into the dream state and primes us to see the dream as solid, lasting, and independent, and therefore non-lucid.”
― Andrew Holecek, Dream Yoga: Illuminating Your Life Through Lucid Dreaming and the Tibetan Yogas of Sleep

“Then the relationship to your creative expression becomes similar to raising a child. Your responsibility is no longer a choice. It won’t go away. If you want your creative expression to grow strong and free, you must nourish it. You must cherish it, though it may often drive you crazy. Your creative inner voice will mirror your weaknesses to help you grow and show you moments of connection and creativity you can only describe as divine. The question of whether you are creative or talented enough becomes as irrelevant as asking whether your child is intelligent enough to deserve your attention. Raising a child involves situations that constantly test you. Routines and patterns are constantly being broken to make way for new ones. So”
― Ian Roberts, Creative Authenticity: 16 Principles to Clarify and Deepen Your Artistic Vision

“—Ser maldito es saber que tu discurso no puede tener eco, porque no hay oídos que lleguen a entenderte. En esto se parece a la locura —soltó de repente Soledad—. Ser maldito es no coincidir con tu tiempo, con tu clase, con tu entorno, con tu lengua, con la cultura a la que se supone que perteneces. Ser maldito es desear ser como los demás pero no poder. Y querer que te quieran pero sólo producir miedo o quizá risa. Ser maldito es no soportar la vida y sobre todo no soportarte a ti mismo.”
― Rosa Montero, La carne