Nuts

     After one month of being apart, we are together again in England. I was missing you, our walks hand in hand, our plans, our talks. By the way, last night we were talking about our favourite painters. When I told you five or six names, there was the comment that they are all dramatic, intense, deformative, Dionisyac and quite nuts. Here they are: Bosch, Bruegel, Caravaggio, Goya, Van Gogh, Frida Kahlo. After a while I also mentioned my favourite philosophers: Heraclitus, Montaigne, Schopenhauer, Nietzsche, Kierkegaard, Sartre. Again most of them are like that, and surely this taste reflects a lot of me.

     I remember one of your first talks, when we were still knowing each other better:

    

             - Are you nuts?

             - Yes, I am.

             - Great!

 

     Now I know that we were talking about that kind of deep, motivating, creative, and colourful madness.