that Depressing!. Heh. Well, actually no, he is not one of those "let me cut my veins" poets. He is though, very very melancholic. And he is very very good in bringing those feeling to the reader. Among the dozens of poems that were in this one book I just read, only 4 or so made me smile or feel good. The others managed to put a feeling of angst and melancholy in my heart, so very strong actually, yet probably influenced too by the distance between Wend and I at the moment.
After all, whatever you read, no matter what the author intended, will actually be whatever you are willing to read due to your present mood / situation. Thus, the same text can feel and taste quite different to two different persons at a given time.
Sabines knows about love. About women. About life. He's had a lot of each. But that lot that he's had seems, at least to me, to have given him a feeling of disenchantment towards the whole thing. I... Don't really know. I will try and read him again, sometime, when my mood won't make me read so much between the lines, digging in for ever more reasons to feel nostalgia.
... Anyway. I didn't expect to write that much about him. He he he. Now let us see how I do with El Amor en los Tiempos de Colera. (Love in the Time of Cholera). That is the current book I am reading. So far?... Well, I hate it doesn't have chapters. Makes it even harder for me to stop reading!... He he he.
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Argh... Work...
Cheers!... O.o
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