10 A pair of well-worn wings, displayed (ready to fly when needed or desired), on a shelf in the studio that Joan Miró built in Mont-roig del Camp, after falling in love with the landscape at eighteen. The photograph, exhibited at the Fundació Miró in Palma, is by Jean Marie del Moral: in black and white, it portrays the atrophied – but possible – limbs, with all the grays we never speak of. To cut off the wings, to mow the grass underfoot, to close all paths. The tongue warns against systematic evil and the artist rebels against it: bravely, he mutilates himself to coexist with the other mutilated, while carefully preserving ancestral limbs to roam freely through his work.

]]> A few years ago I read an article by New York Times in which one of the most common mistakes in relationships was analyzed: combating emotional distress rationally. The article emphasized the obvious error: emotions don't listen to reason, even if their causes may be real, and trying to soothe certain anxieties with meticulous arguments is as absurd as saying "but I love you" when you're doing the math to see if you can afford a second mortgage.

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