I’m seriously evaluating the possibility of dye me hair. Yes, I know that it is a frivolity with which is falling, but do you want to tell you if within nothing touches me meet 40 anazos and I can’t get to see me in the mirror with the several dozens of reeds that prodigious decade has left on my skull? I I always resist to attack my lush and characteristic capillary mass with dyes, ointments and various ammonia that would endanger its extraordinary vitality, so that the most that I’ve come in a matter of hairs _a of head, me refiero_ is to clarify its particular genetic tendency to the pelirrojez with some golden reflejito of those harmless that nobody noticed unless you plant the Reverend cocorota under the noon sun. Without forgetting, of course, back in my university stage, homemade herbal henna applications on the above, a method of capillary beautification that my then colleague of floor and race and that you write us spent Fund achieving _do It is cona_ two of the most striking Manes of the faculty. That already almost twenty years ago, thus it is that you a heart attack because of the tempus fugit, almost four decades in which my Leonine hair has not needed more than a daily shampoo and just a brief brushing occasionally to look majestic causing envy to feetlovers pelitenidas three to the fourth. Today, however _despues of a lot of life and winters that have passed me his voracious invoice by the cabeza_, I am the pale envious. And not to those beyond artificial and repainting Manes mean that lines above, but before the wild mata of hair of my eldest daughter, lush, unruly, tupidisima, redhead, strangely Celtic and reminds me of my own from years ago, when even he did not know the devastating effect of stress, anxiety, and the unpleasantness on the hairy heritage and las Canas I were as alien as the Crow’s feet or wrinkles in the soul. They say without much success who had, retained. . .
Considered one of the explaining principles of the contemporary Spanish narrative, he carries out a lengthy meditation on the human society and the deficiency of horizons in works like Retahlas (1974), structured in a dialogue-colloquy that during one night maintains the granddaughter and the nephew of a old dying, between memories, mysterious histories and atmospheres, as relief of its own privacy, Fragments of the interior (1976) transfers, us to the atmosphere of a Madrilenian family of middle-class, and the quarter of back (1978, National Prize of Narrative), story that intensifies the mysterious and onrico aspect through fantastic ensoaciones of the narrator, which the recovery of the childhood and the spontaneous expression of the most elementary experiences of their personal life are based on. The metanarrativa and autobiographical reflection dominates the speech of the story never to finish (1983) and From the window (1987), books that continuously fluctuate between the fiction and the test. Other texts due to their pen are the historical investigations the process of Macanaz (1969), loving Uses of century XVIII Spanish (1972) and loving Uses of the Spanish postwar period (1987), the poem book To gusts of wind (1976), the drama To wood dry (1988), the stories for young people the castle of the three walls and the pie of the devil, picked up in the volume Two stories (1989), and the Caperucita novels in Manhattan (1988), in which it explores the existing relation between the reasons for fairytales and the Hollywood symbolism, variable Cloudiness (1992), history of two women, friendly of the childhood, that are when happening the time, and the queen of the snows (1994), that are worth of the keys of the folletinesca narrative. Its book Hoping the future. Tribute to Ignacio Aldecoa (1994) reunites the four conferences that, on the life and works of the east writer, Martin Gaite in the University of Salamanca dictated.
In 1988 Prince of Asturias of the Letters was granted to him to the Prize, shared with Jose Angel Valente, and in 1994 the National Prize of the Letters. In his last years he has published two successes of critic and public, the rare thing is to live (1997) and To go away of house (1998). And as the salmantina writer said: " Always there is one undergoes and other that does sufrir". Francisco Aryan Soli’s The freedom does not have those are not their thirsty. Vestibule of Internauts by La Paz and the Freedom and of Free Forum. URL: Original author and source of the article.