Tinha dezassete anos e a vida nos lábios.
Time has taught me not to lose hope, yet not to trust too much in hope either. Hope is cruel, and has no conscience. For
Those were years of want and misery, strangely blessed by the sort of peace that the dumb and the disabled inspire in us—halfway between pity and revulsion.
This is where tragedies and romances began and ended, as did escapes and returns, betrayals and absences. Life, some said, is a railway station where one almost always enters, or it gets put into, the...
There would be time enough later on to hide the dead and invent stories. Now was the moment to pull out the knives and pay homage to cruelty. Wars soil everything, but they clean the memory.
There are few reasons for telling the truth, but for lying the number is infinite. Listen,
The most efficient way of rendering the poor harmless is to teach them to want to imitate the rich. That is the poison with which capitalism blinds the—
The echo of voices and old radios rose through these canyons of poverty, but only as far as the rooftops. The voice of the Raval never reaches heaven.
Sometimes he seemed to grow a little older just by looking at me and remembering.
Solo se quiere de verdad una vez en la vida Julian, aunque uno no se de cuenta
She'll live. I've already seen her return from among the dead once before, and those who learn the trick never forget it. I speak from experience. To return from the dead is a bit like riding a bike,...
Sentí que se me encogía la garganta y, a falta de palabras, me mordí la voz.
Senti a sua mão a contornar-me a cabeça,tocando ao de leve no sítio onde eu sofrera a pancada.Vi os seus dedos emergirem impregnados de sangue.Acariciou-me o rosto com eles.A última coisa que vi antes...
Sai qual è il bello dei cuori infranti? Domandò la bibliotecaria. Scossi la testa. Che possono rompersi davvero soltanto una volta. Il resto sono graffi.
Querido Daniel, cuanto antes usted se de cuenta de esto, mejor: Nada en esta cochina vida vale dos duros si no tienes alguien con quien compartirlo.
Presents are made for the pleasure of who gives them, not for the merits of who receives them,
Perhaps Bernarda was right after all, and in this lousy world, sometimes, some things did end the way they should.
People talk too much. Humans aren’t descended from monkeys. They come from parrots.
People only disappear when they have somewhere to go.
París es la única ciudad del mundo donde morirse de hambre todavía es considerado un arte.