Today died José Saramago, Portuguese writer who won the Nobel Prize for Literature in 1998 for his unmistakable style concatenation of ideas, feelings, stories and experiences. I read her work "Blindness", I was fascinated. Omitting punctuation gives the impression that his words flow like water, there is no need to pause, stop life she just happens as it has to happen.
This book assumes a number of reflections, becomes a required detail for the characters externalized their deepest passions that have been crushed by social codes. Saramago warns: look to be at its most profound, not to the pomp and the façade, which in the end is only transformed. Portuguese
Shoemaker forces began to write his 63 years of age, for many a late stage to make art, "perhaps his success as a novelist, essayist and journalist does not prove the contrary?.
As in love, in art no age restrictions. What counts is to give all my heart when it does, and when the delivery is pure, the viewer, reader or lover, feeling and appreciation that makes it eternal. Your works Saramago, now and always will be eternal. Source
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