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Me with myself (Bruguera), de Flavio, from the latest edition of OT, is the last twist of the program’s machinery to squeeze its contestants to the point of absurdity -as we have already seen with the notorious Aitana case or Ana Guerra’s bluff-: the wheel continues, and if they do not succeed with their songs, they will try to scratch some childish and insubstantial books sold among their fans. From television to the literary industry there is not a step, because the step does not exist: revenue is everything. It is already published any blur, any idea, any scribble, and they strain it to us as a legitimate and worked, exclusive product.
The literary quality, of course, is conspicuous by its absence. For example, a button: “I want you to know that, although sometimes you ‘drive me crazy’, you drive me crazy with your comings and goings, with your moments of height and jumps off the cliff, your moments of loneliness and moments of affection and contact, I want you to know that I love you, that I love you very much ”, writes the young Flavio in one of his ‘poems’.
There are many illustrated pages with colorful, hollow pictures. In just one it says, with huge letters: “Breathe you every morning.” Chimpún. “I want to breathe you again every morning, / dance with you between my sheets, / undo ourselves for each other like two teenagers experiencing for the first time, / drown in your saliva and between your tears, / give you my shoulder through thick and thin, / on Saturday nights of “movie and blanket” / so that you support your head and fall asleep in the middle of the plot “, he develops on the next page.
“You are so pretty when you are, / I laugh for not eating you,” he launches in another verse. There are also texts of disenchantment, of course: “I think I’ve known you before and you didn’t do me well. Your character sounds to me, your face, your hands, your lips I have already tried them. I have that strange feeling, sorry if I’m wrong. And I think about it and you don’t make me a better person, you don’t make me love you more and more every day or that I love myself more and more ”. On other pages there are scribbles, erasures from Flavio’s notebook, appropriately scanned to go into book format.
‘Social poetry’
Seen an excerpt, seen all. Illustrations of birds, of musical notes, of a lonely boy in front of a shop window. “I, who gave so much, did not know to realize / that it was only a few of many. / Was I that stupid? / I was so stupid, and am, for telling you now “I love you.” But you already knew that ”. Although there is also room for certain social poetry: “Millionaire minds thrown through the streets trying to cope with this unfair and selfish society, overshadowed by naivety and arrogance, by apathy and contempt, just trying to survive.
Shortly afterwards, he gave up the revolution: “I could spend years writing about different minds and their various problems and invent metaphors with them, but… what for? For what, If I am not going to change the world, and less your way of thinking? (…) Unfortunately”.
The anxiety
There is a place -necessary, here yes- to talk about anxiety, that disorder that affects so many young people of Generation Z. “The time of day has come when you should let yourself run away, laugh, uninhibit and prevent your” friend from soul”, the one that has accompanied your hand all these years (anxiety is called, isn’t it?), it gnaws you, it takes over you and destroy you for the millionth time. (…) Enough of letting him win your battles; that you are much stronger. You can do everything you set your mind to and more ”. Well that.
This book follows the same path as the one published by Aitana, a work, also, written by a ghost writer – formerly known as’ literary ‘black’, although the publisher called it ‘literary coach’ -, with a total of fifteen illustrations and cheap poetry. In the presentation of The ink in my eyes (Alfaguara), almost three years ago, acknowledged that he made spelling mistakes and did not know how to express himself well. More fast food.
Something similar happened to Alfred or Ana Guerra with With a smile (Grupo Planeta), only that the presentation of his book was a bluff: there were less than 40 people between the press and fans. Also tycoons sometimes miss the mark. In any case, it is bad news for literature.
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