La vida pasa volando, especialmente la parte que vale la pena vivir
La muerte tiene estas cosas: a todo el mundo le despierta la sensiblería. Frente a un ataúd, todos vemos sólo lo bueno o lo que queremos ver.
La malvagità presuppone un certo spessore morale, forza di volontà e intelligenza. L'idiota invece non si sofferma a ragionare, obbidisce all'istinto, come un animale nella stalla, convinto di agire i...
La llama iluminó por primera vez su semblante. Se me heló el alma. Aquel personaje no tenía nariz, ni labios, ni párpados. Su rostro era apenas una máscara de piel negra y cicatrizada, devorada por el...
Jedes einzelne Buch hat eine Seele. Die Seele dessen, der es geschrieben hat und die Seele derer, die es gelesen und erlebt und von ihm geträumt haben.
It’s time to go courting. Excuse me? Courting, or, in scientific terms, time for a kiss and a cuddle. Look here, Sempere, for some strange reason centuries of supposed civilization have brought us to...
Il mondo non verrà distrutto da una bomba atomica, come dicono i giornali, ma da una risata, da un’eccesso di banalità che trasformerà la realtà in una barzelletta di pessimo gusto.
I pointed to her engagement ring. I don’t know who the idiot is, but I hope he knows he’s the luckiest man in the world.
I looked at her, a broken woman with tears in her eyes, and didn’t wish for anything in the world other than the ability to give her back what she’d never had.
I let the remainder of the morning drift by between the alchemy of the music and the perfume of books,
I hugged her for the last time and looked into her eyes. On the way we had agreed there would be no farewells, no solemn words, no promises to fulfill.
I hope you find the path that I missed.
I had begun to understand that my father was ashamed that others might think him ignorant, a residue from a war which, like all wars, was fought in the name of God and country to make a few men who we...
I don’t trust people who say they have a lot of friends. It’s a sure sign that they don’t really know anyone.
Hope is no more than the belief that that moment hasn’t yet come,
Hablar es de necios; callar es de cobardes; esscuchar es de sabios
Gli stolti parlano, i codardi tacciono, i saggi ascoltano
Fumul albastru al țigării îi învăluia chipul. Buzele îi străluceau stacojii, umede, sângerând urme pe filtrul pe care-l ținea între arătător şi inelar.
Finally, in a slow, deliberate manner, and with a calm and authoritarian composure of a preacher who knows the meekness of his flock, he drew the microphone to his lips and began his homily.
FERMÍN CAME TO WORK BORNE ON the wings of Cupid, smiling and whistling boleros. In any other