This week in Argentina I had the pleasure of walking into the women’s restroom at a polo clubhouse in Lobos. The woman who accompanied me looked at the markings ”C” and “F” on the sink faucet before choosing one.
“F,” she said, “that must be for ‘Fuego,’ which is hot.”
“Uh,” I replied, “I think that’s ‘F’ for ‘Frío,’ [...]
Naturally, when one looks back to such instances today, they may indeed take the appearance of being crucial, precious moments in one’s life; but of course, at the time, this was not the impression one had. Rather, it was as though one had available a never-ending number of days, months, years in which to sort [...]
When you’re a little blue bird subject to the whims of your seemingly unpredictable human being, you start to understand the concept of destiny. Jujy, despite all her opinions and outrage, lives in a cage that is her home and she goes where her home takes her. Recently, unbeknownst to her (as always), Jujy’s destiny [...]
A nasty, biting breeze. You’re wearing a T-shirt in the chill, shaking, defiant to the very end. Five a.m. Zurich and trams in the blue twilight. You took the summer home with you to Spain, and said to me at last, “I promise.”
Promise what? Promise only that you’d tell me when, but it’s more of [...]
We have shared out like thieves the amazing treasure of nights and days.
- Jorge Luis Borges
feels like reckless driving when we’re talking
it’s fun while it lasts, and it’s faster than walking
but no one’s going to sympathize when we crash
they’ll say “you hit what you head for, you get what you ask”
and we’ll say we didn’t know, no we didn’t even try
one minute there was road beneath us, and the next [...]
Let me tell you something. Something besides the fact that I haven’t posted a real entry for months. Something I want to say to you but I can’t, because it’s like trying to hold back a sneeze, or worse, a deep down belly laugh that threatens to come out my nose in an obscene exhaled [...]
Moreover, a clandestine life shared with a man who was never completely hers, and in which they often knew the sudden explosion of happiness, did not seem to her a condition to be despised. On the contrary: life had shown her that perhaps it was exemplary.
- Gabriel García Márquez, Love in the Time of Cholera
It was not your fault; I do not blame you. Please forgive me for running away, and remember me with love as I remember you and our golden age.
- Michael Chabon, The Amazing Adventures of Kavalier and Clay
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