at the proper time

February 27, 2008

I’m still reading Kundera’s  The Unbearable Lightness of Being. I bought the book in Banff, more than a year ago, and though I really wanted to read it, I didn’t till last week. I’m delighted with it. But beyond the fact I’m really enjoying it, I’m surprised and grateful. It’s amazing the way narrative can illuminate our lives. People say that things come to you in a special moment. Well, this book came to me at a very particular eventful troubled moment, and its pages give rise to thoughts which have really helped me to rethink and comprehend what’s going on.

I reproduce here some lines I liked:

Chance and chance alone has a message for us. Everything that occurs out of necessity, everything expected, repeated day in and day out, is mute. Only chance can speak to us.  We read its message much as gypsies read the images made by coffee grounds at the bottom of a cup.

A person who longs to leave the place where he lives is an unhappy person.

Without realizing it, the individual composes his life according to the laws of beauty even in times of greatest distress.

… when the strong were too weak to hurt the weak, the weak had to be strong enough to leave. 

While people are fairly young and the musical composition of their lives is still in its opening bars, they can go about writing it together and exchange motifs […], but if they meet when they are older […], their musical compositions are more or less complete, and every motif, every object, every word means something different to each of them.



February 21, 2008


Sometimes you can experience at once endless happiness and deep pain.


July 29, 2007

I am Liliana and I am a shopaholic.

perpetual shopping

And probably, a workaholic too. But I can´t help it, I love what I do. However, stress almost killed me last week. I had a headache that lasted an eternity!!

The best part: Finally, I have my own copy of Beloved and Zora Neale Hurston’s Their Eyes Were Watching God. And this morning I had a haircut.

A. S. Byatt Hoy, A.S. Byatt, una de mis autoras favoritas, recibió el doctorado honoris causa por la Oxford University. Reconocida escritora y crítica inglesa, autora de novelas y cuentos, es una de mis obsesiones literarias.

Y por otro lado, también es el Día Mundial de los Refugiados. Ojalá que llegue el día en que ya no sea necesario.

gente que mueve su casa sin más que su cuerpo y su nombre…
por ser como el aire su patria es el viento,
por ser de la arena su patria es el sol,
por ser extranjeros su patria es el mundo…

~Pedro Guerra, Extranjeros


June 10, 2007


And we forget because we must

And not because we will.