Sublime

tribulation.

mí: «Puede que sea eso lo que uno busca a través de la vida, nada más que eso, el mayor pesar posible para llegar a ser uno mismo antes de morir».

“El alma es literatura | y todo acaba en nada y verso”

hoja

as if in Paris, or so I thought, everything happened around some street or place and never on a specific street or in a specific place, and this was because, as I later discovered, Manuel had never been to the City of Light, and neither had mi general,

write words as if they were the soul’s salvation,

Cada uno de nosotros es varios, es muchos, es una prolijidad de sí mismos.