Boredom has a bearing on this literature thing. Generally, art is being subject to capital, money or workplace mobility rather than creation for the sake of it.We are going to know how drug addicts most of the artists were (why Nietzsche said that inebriation was necessary for the artist). We are going to soften literature up and know language’s curiosity. We will be criticised and we will criticise. Interaction, conversation and different opinions are the result of the few conclusions that can be reached in the terms we deal with.
So we will smile and remember our beloved Valle-Inclán as the infinite main character of a role model. We are potentially crazy and we actually can make it happen.
Spoiler: Charles Baudelaire is probably the best French’s History poet ever, author of The Flowers of Evil and the man who introduced Romanticisim in many ways. He was affected by opium abuse during the writing of this work. Will we have to take opium to become a Romantic? Who could consider a Romantic oneself? Maybe we should claim ourselves other adjectives when writing teen letters with perfidious puking rainbows and other liquid caramels that will end up dried up. That’s ephemeral, as happiness.
By the way, pain came first, then pleasure. Ezotawenotó.
Joseda.
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