The Gold Rush by Chaplin, Jaws by Spielberg.

Charles Chaplin and Maya in Cuba. “(…) –What’s the difference if they are lies! I feel like a queen with him on his island! –She sank her ass into the couch and brooded her dream of bringing her Cuban lover to Spain. –And the truth? Be careful, he could be your own son! –George said. And his passport to escape from Cuba? As Maya was incapable of finding an answer her eyes got lost in the solitude of Chaplin’s “Gold Rush”, clouded by the Caribbean substitute. As she became totally absorbed in her Cuban merry-go-down she was licking those letters more than reading them. She did not mind the time marked by the wrinkles on the calendar of an aging woman’s skin or the age difference with her lover. That night Maya was living on that couch her yesterday’s journeys and wanting to return as quickly as possible to the lost paradise where her angel was waiting for her. George went to the kitchen. After three minutes George came back with a glass of cold Cocoa and another one of milk. Maya drank the cold Cocoa. With her last swig Maya yawned and let her unstoppable passion run free: –My heart is reborn; my mouth erupts like a volcano. –She moved her lips sighing in excitement and doubts arose by the fear of her loss–. I feel loved by you. –She hugged George and lay on his chest–. You’re the only one who understands me! My soul vibrates with him in Cuba… it needs him a lot today. In this society of disappointments Maya was pleased at the beat of salsa, like an adolescent girl with her fist furtive kiss. She was the spitting image of a mature woman who had missed her adolescence, maybe because she had been brought up in a village by a mother who was very conservative and religious. Ultimately, her and her circumstances shaped her current life as Ortega y Gasset philosophically stated. Maya had rushed into a lad much younger than her because she wanted to be filled with pleasure. Does happiness mean to go from a great deal of euphoria to crying your eyes out? Together under the blanket Maya rested her head against George’s shoulder and suddenly she burst into bitter tears. She did not have enough air in the humid atmosphere: She was getting drowned in her own ocean of sadness! Are laughter and tears drugs that help us in the unconscious living? (Page 271-272)

Spielberg and ‘Jaws’ and ‘ET’. “(…) Lost in his dreams, like E.T., searching for his identity in a foreign planet, George’s mind wondered why there was so much light in the corridor. Out of his natural orbit his eyes jumped farther than his nose, focusing on another dimension. He then approached the light whirl, with a life of its own, that to his eyes it was like a microscopic spiral thanks to the dust in suspension that shaped the light and turned the immaterial energy into a kind of material form. (Page 10) “(…)Thanks to music George boarded a ship for the first time in his life and sailed a sea that welcomed him. On the isle, he would enjoy and spend fantastic days and unforgettable nights. In the morning he would swim in the crystal clear water of a small, absolute noiseless beach, totally different from Spielber’s and his Shark (Jaws). And he felt the caresses of the sand. –Let’s swim with fish. – said Jesus El Trompeta splashing around. With slim chances of having vacations on the coast music offered young George the unforgettable occasion of spending his first days on the sea-front. (Page 75)

Marilyn Monroe honored at ‘El Salt’ of Alcoi-Alcoy (Spain). “(…)With the three air beds on the ground and the three towels on them the nudist ritual reached its climax when they took off their clothes. George delayed unhurriedly his performance because it was his premiere. And now what? It was unusually hot for the end of March. George let the sun caress his chest and an intuitive feeling guided him, in the same way as his soul guided him to light when he was a child sitting on the stairs of his house. George turned his head slowly: he took an innocent look to the left: Naked! She had a nymph’s blonde hair, daring mermaid, angelical Marilyn in the chaste oasis. Beautiful… very beautiful breasts! White, perfect ones! A strawberry mouth! To taste it! He longed for a kiss. George’s eyes were incredulously moving quickly, descending along her swan’s belly down there. There she was: Ángeles naked! (Page 209)

Clarinettist Woody Allen andS The Great Louis Armstromg. “(…)On the isle of Tabarca during the festivals heifers were released in the afternoon and there was dancing at dusk. After supper the child musicians crossed the square that was full of couples dancing cheek to cheek. Clarinetist Woody’s band and the awesome Armstrong along with Machín, as the vocalist were playing and singing Mexican folk songs by Rocío Dúrcal and ballads by Julio Iglesias: “There is always something to live for, to fight for and someone to love./In the end, works remain, people go,/other people who are coming will continue them:/ Life goes on just the same./” (Page 76)

Walt Disney and Bambi. “(…) –The sun! –Rosa stretched her hand, longing for having her son by her side. But the brake was too late because George had taken advantage of the carpet laid by courage. The child had removed, without knowing it, the first veil to the mystery of the human evolution: he understood that boldness was a valuable gift. Because audacity –an impulse that guided cartoonist Walt Disney through his creations at the school where he drew his first doodles in 1910– becomes in the course of our lives the courage that sharpens your wits and curiosity in order to open new doors. What does your soul need to feel such happiness? Do you want to find it? George’s adventures contain valuable experiences and keys that you may live throughout these pages. How can we find them? Do you want to know it? Sure? (Page 15)

Dulcineas from The Quixote. “(…)George lived happily with his Dulcineas. In the twinkling of an eye the girls grew: larks singing at home. His little daughter’s bird-like smile sang while his eldest sister gave away glances and made questions like the gullible Bambi by Disney. (Page 140)

Buñuel, Dalí, Gaudí and Picasso. “(…)Would you say Dali and Picasso’s pictorial works are entelechies, chimeras or the work of two geniuses? As well as Buñuel’s movies and Guadi’s Buildings? You have the answers. Yes, you are right! Firstly, they are just dreams which eventually come true. Always remember that firstly sleep and thought exist which later are embodied and materialized with imagination, goodwill and action. Remember it! (Page 194)

Almodovar, Banderas, Penelope and Bardem… at the ‘Fallas’. Almodovar’s ‘Falla’ in Valencia and Antonio Banderas, Penelope Cruz and Bardem… ninots at the ‘Fallas’. “(…) (Krisis with a K /Second Part: ‘Falling in love with life’).

Federico Fellini and Guido Contini in the circus of Philadelphia. “(…) (Krisis with a K /Second Part: ‘Falling in love with life’).

(See the Cinema and Arts section at the end of the novel/Second Part)

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