She's the one who killed me:
A person does not know what is going on in his hidden world
It is tall and beautiful, and when it fell, the sound of its fall was terrifying
It was as if a mountain had collapsed due to his hugeness and strength. He was the type of man whom you felt would never die or could not die. This is what a person thinks when he sees it filling around him with life. He works like a strange device that moves the flow of life around people, so events begin to come to you from every direction. Pleasant events happen to you. He produces life and distributes it without false packaging or illusions. I did not think that someone like him might depart from our lives in a disgusting car accident.
“History pushes us to questions about its course, which we answer sometimes, and many times confusion remains a prisoner of souls and chance, until awakening comes to strike our consciences through one of those honest creations that refresh memory, such as the letter that Fernando Arrabal addressed in 1971 to General Francisco Franco (President of Spain 1939- 1975) to argue with him about the great Spanish Civil War - as some Spaniards described it - and then about the regime imposed by the general after the war. It is a cry for freedom and a spontaneous testimony from within the fence that shackled Spain in the furnace of war, turmoil, and dictatorship. The message was spread without interruption in France, Spain, and Argentina in
Many publications, the last of which was published in 2011. Sincere satire, pain and heartbreak over a lost homeland, eternal exile, in addition to the life of the writer Fernando Arrabal, which is full of creative productions in theatre, cinema, literature, poetry, chess, etc. All of this makes this book a journey to learn - perhaps - about... “The Condition of Spain in the Age of Grievous Mourning.”
