"He walked alone through downtown Santiago, to vary with camera in hand, in these neighborhoods that I can go a thousand times a week, but I never get bored or find something new with something old marvel. I was actually pretending to work when I came to find a little relaxation, away from everyday life and as I said up there, look for something new. And I found it.
saw this library for the first time. I waited a few minutes outside, in the window, looking at books of literature and film. I decided to go porfin, the owner, with over twenties, lenses, with a bohemian air, greets me with "Good evening", I answer and I sink into the thousands of books, used, new, for all tastes.
Reach to "poetry" and I stopped long pause, reading the titles of the books, when I re-met Vicente Garcia Huidobro and his book that I lost many years ago. It was at Valparaiso, and take him because I always liked reading in a corner house where there was a window overlooking the sea. I swore I have put in my backpack, but on arriving at Santiago, had gone.
I took it, looked at him, "Altazor" he said. He opened it, saw the image of the parachute that is on the cover and read a bit of prologue. "And he revealed he was a wild angel fell one morning in his poem Altazor."
not think twice, were addressed to me in the box and bought it. I thanked my leave, I left the bookstore and walked by Lastarria, with the book in my arms.
On the subway back to my home, I was reading the book. Was to feel happy these moments before the window in Valparaiso, sinking into Huidobro's words, but this time in Santiago and now if you do not lose it again. I swear. "
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