Screaming notes and many dogs

I have already had a few and when they ask me I wave my right hand as if I were talking about Palm Sunday, indicating that it is something strong, a feverish night, an extraordinary and partly inexplicable event. Sant Jordi’s day is a lot of fun, it’s exhausting, it’s beautiful, it’s conflictive, it’s a fantasy and a nightmare, and I always wait for it like sweet dreams and strange dreams are expected, with the illusion of knowing that things are going to happen. , many interesting things, with the advantage that dreams are too lazy to tell and anyone wants to hear these ins and outs. These are pure narrative, the story tells itself and captivates like a Gianni Rodari compilation, colorful and sometimes implausible. A whirlwind of unexpected anecdotes because you find it all in one day, celebrities, quarrels, fainting, hours of laughter, parties before and after in which you observe and they observe you and take photos of you and you don’t understand anything, the anthropology catalog does not end until you go to bed with your head spinning, and you also see a lot of dogs. I always take notes on Sant Jordi. Mental notes, notes, stolen photos, names on the back of my left hand that reach my elbow. I didn’t know what would happen the first time but that morning the notes screamed at me demanding to be written and they always call me back. The contrast with the rest of my life is an abyss and the euphoria and the desire to vomit mix for hours. Everything that happens is valuable, memorable, and it is impossible to remember so many details and feelings without leaving a record. Then I review the documents and it seems that it happened to a different human being, to someone who, having been looked at from the outside and from the inside so much, has directly become a character. Sant Jordi is a tremendous mess, at times I see myself mixed with idols and at times with elements from other dimensions but the truth is that although I fear it, I am the one who asks to return. Because a lot of books are sold, of course, but also because it makes you want to write.