Hello,
What if I were not I? What if this blog has not been written by me but by a retired Benidorm, a bipolar driver, a housewife addicted to save me or damn brother Perez Reverte? As a hypothesis would explain some things but other inexplicable. We all passed that, once we have awakened with a stranger, I've looked at his face and we have been victims of fraud. "Last night things seemed different. Who could imagine that this guy was a fan of taxidermy and was surrounded by mice and stuffed birds." "I knew that this was a crazy aunt had wallpaper dangerous than the wall of his bedroom with a lot of my photographs taken from the Internet." Sometimes things are not what they seem, in fact it is quite common. What if none of this had been what it seems, if not more than a mirage?
few months ago I talked about this with Elvira Lindo. She knew perfectly what I meant: a Moroccan boy named Soulaimane took the disappointment of his life when he learned that Gafotas Manolito was a character and not the child of flesh and blood which had been so identified. To me it is not the first time someone writes to me asking if I really am. It's rare to write to someone asking if it exists. "God exist? Shew! Appears! I do not believe in apparitions, but I do not believe what I see. The truth is that I do not leave much room for faith. I read that I am Casciari, I'm Gorka Limotxo or that I am an invention of the Socialist Party and trade unions to get the colors Telemadrid Esperanza Aguirre. Any in my case would have an identity crisis.
If I were not me, it's possible that this month of absence had been due to this writer he had tired of the character I am. If I were not me, it's possible that my life depends on you, your willingness to write or inventive capacity. If I were not me, I would realize that my own existence would not be in my hands and depend on me. If I were not me, it's possible that I felt a puppet addressed and handled according to the perversions of those who created me. If I were not me, it is possible that whoever reads this I forgive him. If I were not me, it is possible that whoever reads this will not forgive him.
Besos. Beta
PS: I do not know if this blog has or had at some point some literary value. If so, would the same value regardless of who had been its author / s?
