What the Light Touches

by Xavier Bosch

‘Why didn’t you publish them with the rest of the pictures? The enemy always came out looking good in your magazine.’ “‘Those were years of political turmoil. We all did whatever we could.’ “‘Yes, but some fought more than others.’

‘You showed the happiness of people who weren’t happy. That wasn’t showing reality.’

It makes me shiver to think about places where time erases the important things that have happened.

In the end, the big secret of aging is signing a cordial pact with solitude.

Given that thinking is still free, I have made the most of it.

Life gives us a deal. It gives us a lot, but it compensates for it with absences. Mourning is a punishment.

“I’m flying too. Look, kids.” “Isn’t it nice up here?” “It’s like the movies, Barbara. Let’s dance, dance, dance.”