She looked at him with eyes as cold as a lioness. It was the first son of Juana, almost everything that was in the world to her. Kino noticed his determination and the music sounded familiar in brain with steely tone.
"Then we'll go to him, decided to Juana. With one hand he ordered the blue shawl over her head making a back end to the crying child and the other covered her eyes against the light. "
The core of this episode is the battle of Luchana, decisive for the further development of
Since concluded Mendizabal's been a while, so to put myself (and situate), remember that Luchana is the fourth episode of the Third
not reveal anything saying that we are going to learn to admire more, if anything, the character of Fernando Calpena, continues to evolve more in this battle of Luchana, sublimely portrayed by Don Benito, and basting frame for it makes us much to show solidarity Calpena (and who wants to know more, you get to the end ...).
The plot, space, recreation around Aura is different from the heat of Luchana, it seems that there are two distinct parts. She also undergoes changes in this issue, while waiting for Fernando, but the author handles this part of history with the characteristic style soap opera, with the addition of new characters, protected her.
" I think politics is not by feelings but by virtue, and as we have them, low achievers."
"Oh, no, my friend, I'm very finished, and I am not a shadow of what it was. I really do not need the head, and I argue like my best times, but I will view. There are days when I see three on a donkey, and if I like this very soon I shall be blind. This grieves me because I plan to reach the nineties. Regarding my age, you will have heard a thousand legends. Some believe that I have fulfilled the century, and I recess ... Humbug: at least ten years ago I gave up that innocent coquetry.
"It represents you," wanting to flatter-up Calpena seventy ... seventy-two everything else.
- Oh, how flattering and what bon enfant! No, son ... you grow a little, and reach the seventy-eight. Yes sir, I came to the world in the noble city of Olite, in 1758. You take a look at everything that encompasses the space between that date and the Rogue 36. Yes sir, in 1758, took him eleven years with Napoleon and Wellington, who were born 69, Mozart was older than me in two years, and Schiller a year younger. Goya, my friend, the painter's very famous, I had twelve years, and I took him nine to D. Manuel Godoy. Like Napoleon, other celebrities who have already died, Beethoven, Moratín, Talma, they were much younger than me ...
- What a prodigious memory!
"Do not say you recall, say you years. When one is in the doldrums, is entertaining to adjust these sad accounts, comparing old ages ... "
In 1967, Adam Walker is a young poet eager for life and literature, with many more future than past. Study in
Invisible is my third reading of Mr. Auster after Brooklyn Follies and Timbuktu. Has been a different reading experience. With the same background that we often have used this author, but different. Adam Walker is one of those characters you love to know every detail of his, and in this book we know, but gradually. Let's say this is a story within a story, and the change of narrative voice, do not know whether to real events or not.
Adam, an aspiring poet, willing to give everything for his passion for literature, the first thing that sparked my enthusiasm for this character meets Rudolf and Margot Born. His life changes completely. In Rudolf Auster recreates one of the most despicable personalities. As the novel progresses, there are many events phobias gruesome awakening to this character. What has merit: to create characters from both ends, hated or loved.
not reach the level of Brooklyn Follies, I think a successful novel, especially after the unexpected twist that gives the final, and certainly recommend it.
" absolutely do not remember why I was there. Someone should invite me, but has long since left my memory who might be. (...) What I remember is this: at some point in the evening, I found myself alone in a corner of the room. He was smoking a cigarette as he watched people, dozens and dozens of young bodies crammed into the confines of that space, hearing the loud mix of words and laughter, wondering what the hell was he doing there and thinking that maybe it was time to leave. There was an ashtray on a radiator to my left, and when I turned to put the cigarette I saw that subject in the palm of the hand of a stranger, full of cigarette butts receptacle amounted to me. Not that he had noticed two people had just sat down in the radiator, a man and a woman, both older than me, and no doubt longer than any that were in the room: he was about thirty-five, she twenty-nine or thirty. "
Black Marble of Belgium (the purest in Europe) 
Chassepierre (identical to our main square of Brussels Jodoigne) The polishing part and more. 
