Last look at Barcelona and last thoughts. The mountains rise up in majestic beauty. The setting sun shows its last pale rays. Here and there, the blue sky holds little white clouds. As I look at this landscape, my mind is crowded with thoughts. We are going to leave Barcelona, leave this beautiful country. No more shall we see this blue sky which delights me so. No more shall I be able to touch my lips to the sweet face of dearest Grandmother.[] No more shall I be able to surrender to nameless thoughts that always come to me in the evening when I lean on the railing of our balcony, in the silence of the night. And last of all, I am sad to think that are leaving a country that has been like a mother and a lucky charm for us.
Categoría: Linotte
Nin////Anaïs//// //// //// //// ////1980////Linotte: The early diary of Anaïs Nin (1914-1920)//// //// ////San Diego/New York/London////Harcourt Brace & Company