Y por medio andan los amigos que, en esa edad en la que no entiendes más moral que la que te dictan tus iguales, se convierten en guardianes de una infelicidad de manera más implacable que la que en un futuro ejercerá la propia familia. Los amigos, mis amigos de entonces, acomodados en ese gregarismo …
(…) and to the best of his knowledge he has no ambitions. No burning ambitions, in any case, no clear idea if what building a plausible future might entail for him. (…) it is this ability to live in the present, to confine himself to the there and now, and although it might not be …
Relato Una mañana a mediodía, junto al parque Monceau, en la plataforma trasera de un autobús casi completo de la línea S (en la actualidad el 84), observé a un personaje con el cuello bastante largo que llevaba un sombrero de fieltro rodeado de un cordón trenzado en lugar de cinta. Este individuo interpeló, de …
Cities at night, I feel, contain men who cry in their sleep and they say Nothing. It’s nothing. Just sad dreams. Or something like that…Swing low in your weep ship, with your tears scans and your sob probes, and you would mark them. Women-and they can be wives, lovers, gaunt muses, fat nurses, obsessions, devourers, …
I really don’t see the point of reading in straight lines. We don’t think like that and we don’t live like that. Our mental processes are closer to a maze than a motorway, every turning yields another turning, not symmetrical, not obvious. Not chaos either. A sophisticated mathematical equation made harder to unravel because X …
When I am dead, my dearest, Sing no sad songs for me; Plant thou no roses at my head, Nor shady cypress tree: Be the green grass above me With showers and dewdrops wet; And if thou wilt, remember, And if thou wilt, forget. I shall not see the shadows, I shall not feel the …
Come to me in the silence of the night; Come in the speaking silence of a dream; Come with soft rounded cheeks and eyes as bright As sunlight on a stream; Come back in tears, O memory, hope, love of finished years, O dream how sweet, too sweet, too bitter sweet, Whose wakening should have …
Someday your face will freeze like that! What if everyone jumped off a cliff…Would you do it, too? You’re going to put your eye out with that thing! Don’t put that in your mouth…you don’t know where it’s been. Did you flush? I hope someday you have children just like you. If I have to …
Dear Pauline, Your dad and me was sorry to hear about your trouble and we hopes as it is now cleared up. We never did take to George; he has a hasty temper and we think as how you’re better off without him. As regards of money, Pauline, well we only got a few good …
For the first time in my life I could sort of understand why men of my age go out with younger women. I never really got it before. Women in their thirties, their bodies are still springy and you can talk to them. They are still young, but they have seen something of life-probably quite …