Tengo costumbre de ponerme a escribir en el diario antes de acostarme, cuando vuelvo a casa, y a veces me quedo dormida escribiendo. Releyendo el dia… - Yasunari Kawabata

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Tengo costumbre de ponerme a escribir en el diario antes de acostarme, cuando vuelvo a casa, y a veces me quedo dormida escribiendo. Releyendo el diario es fácil adivinar los puntos en que me dormí… También dejo pasar días enteros sin anotar nada. Y esto no está bien. Ocurre que aquí, en la montaña, la salidas son siempre bastante parecidas. Una no sabe qué decir. Pero este año, en cambio, me procuré un cuaderno con una página destinada a cada día, y cometí un error. Basta que me ponga a escribir para no poder detenerme.

País de nieve, Yasunari Kawabata

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About Yasunari Kawabata

Yasunari Kawabata [川端 康成 Kawabata Yasunari] (14 June 1899 – 16 April 1972) was a Japanese short story writer and novelist known for his spare, lyrical, and subtly-shaded prose. In 1968 he became the first Japanese writer to receive the Nobel Prize for Literature.

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Native Name: 川端 康成
Alternative Names: Kawabata Yasunari KAWABATA Yasunari

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