Parlare è da stupidi, tacere è da codardi, ascoltare è da saggi.
One only invites strangers.
Nunca seria mio, le habia perdido antes de empezar
Nos miramos en la penumbra, buscando palabras que no existían. Aquélla fue la primera vez en que me di cuenta de que mi padre envejecía y de que sus ojos, ojos de niebla y de pérdida, siempre miraban...
Només desapareix la gent que té algun lloc on anar.
No tenía sueño, ni ganas de tentarlo.
No hay segundas oportunidades, excepto para el remordimiento
Nadie triunfa sin fracasar antes
La poesía miente, aunque en bonito.
La gente iba y venía de sus vidas en busca del metro, la compra o el olvido.
Julián had once told me that a story is a letter the author writes to himself, to tell himself things that he would be unable to discover otherwise.
Il valore di un segreto dipende dalle persone da cui dobbiamo proteggerlo.
If you don’t know where you’re going, you won’t get anywhere,
I stopped asking my father to take me to see Victor Hugo's pen, and he didn't mention it again. That world seemed to have vanished, but for a longtime the image I had of my father, which I still prese...
I know the world changes, but never in essence.
I hope you find the path that I missed.
Halfway through the afternoon the sun appeared from behind the blanket of clouds left by the storm. The shining streets were transformed into mirrors, on which pedestrians walked, reflecting the amber...
Going over all this in my mind, it occurred to me that perhaps the papier-mâché world that I accepted as real was only a stage setting. Much like the arrival of Spanish trains, in those stolen years y...
Every book has a soul, the soul of the person who wrote it and the soul of those who read it and dream about it
Estimating that his merits would never earn him a penny or the position he coveted and felt entitled to, he decided to carve out a career for himself, cultivating a click of like-minded chums with hom...