The articulismo is a vice. As the drug consumption, the game or sex, can become a psychopathy that hooks its medical instructor and no longer allows him to escape of her. The comparison can seem exaggerated. Until ridiculous, if they worry to me. But already they will say to me to what comes, if no, so many blogs that they flood the cybernetic space nowadays. Many contributors were before mere authors of letters to the newspaper directors. Others are politicians, intellectuals and people of the common one that they have found in the electronic network a territory without borders where to set out his points of view.

Finally, also there are columnistas we say that conventional, which have changed him of means expressive or extended the support of their reflections to secure therefore a greater interactive hearing, than they say. In any case, the common denominator of all this fauna in which I include myself is the vanity. Legitim, if it is wanted, but vanity after all. That of being able to count the truths of the one until a star of the dawn provides a special and unique pleasure. Soon it is that almost nobody it finds out than one it says, but that one is another one to sing, intrascendente, even, for the onanista satisfaction of the own ego.

Then. Taken of that malformation if genetic or I am not acquired, I take writing articles, with major or minor intermitencia, for forty years. The articulismo is a sort to horse between the media and the Literature that have exerted of virtuous form writers to whom one admires deeply: in both last centuries, from Mariano Jose de Larra to Manolo Vzquez Montalbn, happening through Wenceslao Fernandez Flrez. The elaboration of articles, in principle, does not seem that she is too complicated. One of best the practising ones of the office, exquisite dandy Caesar Gonzlez Ruano, explained in the middle of the past century that an article is like a blood sausage: inside you can put what you want, but must be tied by both extreme well.