Un hombre que se parecía a Al Pacino

In this fragmentary essay, with postmodern overtones, sharing the first coffee in the morning with the author, we are going to explore the worlds of complicit friendship between two arts that have walked parallel since the discovery of cinema by the Lumière brothers. Literature fed cinema in its beginnings and has continued to inspire it over time, although now, paradoxically, cinema feeds literature and inspires it in turn. That writing that leads him today to engage with the cinema presented by Balbín in La Clave, or with the poetry and magnetism of the professor from the Dead Poets Club, or the multifaceted work of Woody Allen, letting himself be swayed by Mahler's symphonies, the philosophy of Kant and Plato and by the unmistakable landscape from the city of Madrid, an incomparable setting of the purest love. The threads that weave those relationships between literature and cinema emerge from everyday life, discovering its deep roots and its raison d'être, along a heterogeneous, varied and plural journey that leads him to understand the magic of a relationship full of achievements and symbolism, a source of inexhaustible wealth.