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    All within reach
    All within reach
    All within reach
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    All within reach

    By Jordi Nadal

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    A man feels a tender love for a woman. It is simply love. And he waits, he waits patiently until she is ready to love him back. She is hesitant while he remains delicately persistent, but unhurried, despite the desire that transforms him. He trusts that his words, persistent and sweet, will finally convince his beloved. She cannot bring herself to give in. Finally, after thirty encounters – the thirty chapters of his book – the lovers come together.
    The poetic prose of Jordi Nadal, with echoes of Tagore and Salinas, represents the dialogues, monologues and fantasies of a lover in wait, immersed in the sounds of a twenty-first century man.
    The work has been translated into Greek, Portuguese, French and Catalan.
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherPlataforma
    Release dateOct 9, 2014
    ISBN9788416256181
    All within reach
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    Jordi Nadal

    Jordi Nadal was born in Lliçà d'Amunt (Barcelona) in 1962 and holds a degree in Germanic Studies from the University of Barcelona. In 1998 he completed his studies in Stanford Professional Publishing Course. He began his career at Vicens Vives and continued at Herder (Germany). Among other positions, he has been director of EDHASA, editorial and publications director of Círculo de Lectores, consultant at Random House in New York, general director of corporate development for Spain and America at Grupo Plaza & Janés and assistant director at Ediciones Paidós, as well as Deputy General Manager at Planeta Agostini Profesional and Formación. He is co-author of the book Meditando el Management... y la vida (Planeta, 2007, Plataforma Editorial, 2012) and Libros o velocidad. Reflexiones sobre el oficio editorial (Fondo de Cultura Económica, Madrid and Mexico, 2005), and author of Todo tan cerca (Poliedro, 2005) (translated into 6 languagues), El paraíso interior (Plataforma, Editorial, 2011), Todo lo que tengo es el silencio (Estrella, 2020), Libroterapia (Plataforma, 2020) and La invención de la bicicleta (Plataforma, 2020).

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      All within reach - Jordi Nadal

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      Chapter 1: All Within Reach

      Those days have stayed with me as if we’d lived them amidst a frozen landscape, as if the images slid like jello, slowly and gracefully impatient as the slope of a desert sand dune. Never, during all the days to come, did I forget that the things that never happened were just as intense as those that did.

      This is the story of a relationship that might not have ever been real. Every day and every encounter was bursting with the intensity and the constraint of feelings that might have been of joy, or might have been of solitude; it was impossible to tell.

      We used to meet, to talk. I watched the way the grains of sugar fall in her coffee, I watched the corners of her mouth. I watched the way she held the little spoon and her restraint within her dress, almost the way one looks at his parents’ wedding photo. My memory of her modesty, which failed to conceal a certain type of tenderness, is as clear and close as a good black and white photo.

      The landscape of the city filled in quickly with bars, restaurants and cafes which were almost homes to us. I’ve never been so isolated among so many people. I’ve never searched so fervently for something I didn’t think I’d find. I’ve never been so invariably overwhelmed after each encounter, as though they’d been romantic dates.

      My memory doesn’t cheat me when it serves me our whole story on a tray. It was as if we’d been wheeled the dessert cart at an upscale restaurant – our days had everything two lovers could ask for: a theory of probability that put us in the hands of a working combination; a few innocent dates in which we wrote a new dictionary that would define, for the first time, the parts of the universe; the slow discovery of sacred objects; the trembling expression of curiosity that would end by giving itself to desire; the eternal game of building a bridge over a sea of guilt; and fear, the immense fear of picking a ripe fruit that’s asked to be eaten for as long as the world’s been turning.

      No. The days weren’t easy. But they had great thirst and a lot of velvet, and everything became a fleeting glance.

      What do you do with your skin when it doesn’t work as skin? You make it a word. You try to give it the music and the harmony of a tenor sax. You play it and watch, dance and spin, writing the fragments of a vanquished, solitary and impatient love.

      If I don’t get any closer, it’s because I’m too close, she said.

      And he stopped the motor and turned the lights off, because he wanted to know if the wind would be kind to them.

      Chapter 2: The Black Locomotive

      I often wondered why it was so tough for me to make her see how the world was. Why she avoided looking with open eyes at the things earth had created.

      It wasn’t just people who could talk. More often, it was things that spoke to them. They were parts of the creation of the universe

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