Sublime

implacable,

He really had been through death, but he had returned because he could not bear the solitude.

The whole structure seemed to occupy its own space, one of solitude and oblivion, protected from the vices of time and the habits of the birds.

When The Alchemist was first published twenty-five years ago in my native Brazil, no one noticed. A bookseller in the northeast corner of the country told me that only one person purchased a copy the first week of its release. It took another six months for the bookseller to unload a second copy—and that was to the same person who bought the first!

consternation.

Nanay, yo no me lo creo. Eso son chismes de la gente. ¿No es un país libre? −No cuando se intenta entrar en él –afirmó el chófer−.

Ésta es toda mi historia: sal, aridez, cansancio, una vaga tristeza indefinible, una inmóvil fijeza de pantano, y un grito, allá en el fondo, como un hongo terrible y obstinado, cuajándose entre fofas carnaciones de inútiles deseos apagados.

Hay tipos que parecen tocados por una varita mágica. Siempre caen parados. Siempre se salvan. Cuando todos andan bien, ellos andan mejor. Y cuando todos se hunden, ellos flotan.