Μια μέρα ο Μπερντ, ήταν έξι χρόνων, είχε κάνει μια ερώτηση στον πατέρα του: Πού βρισκόμουν, πατέρα, εκατό χρόνια πριν γεννηθώ; Πού θα βρίσκομαι εκατό χρόνια μετά το θάνατό μου; Τι θα απογίνω, πατέρα,...
The dead can survive as part of the lives of those that still live.
Nelle tenebre profonde del sotterraneo, agitate da vorticosi mulinelli di vento, vidi gli occhi di un gatto morente, un gatto maschio tigrato che avevo tenuto da quando ero studente fino al mio matrim...
In the swift wounding of his own flesh on a bewildering impulse from the hot, pitch-black core of himself he had felt a deep joy which was not only unperceived by the hoodlums surrounding him but whic...
Психиатр, знаток своего дела, с полной определенностью заявил, что неосуществленная попытка самоубийства — это лишь крик о помощи. А вдруг, подумал Исана, я, сам замуровавший себя, подглядывая через б...
Воображению Исана сознание Дзина рисовалось как нечто схожее с сердцевиной яйца. В скорлупе заключена жидкая кровяная сыворотка, замутненная чем-то вроде белка. И в нем — сознание: комочек желтка. Есл...
One day Bird had approached his father with this question; he was six years old: Father, where was I a hundred years before I was born? Where will I be a hundred years after I die? Father, what will h...
If I gave you enough time, you’d count off a hundred and one complexes in defense of your own impotence.
Like Apollinaire, my son was wounded on a dark and lonely battlefield that I have never seen, and he has arrived with his head in bandages. I'll have to bury him like a soldier who died at war.Bird co...
After a blank of seven years it had taken him and his friend just seven minutes of conversation to eliminate everything worthy of their mutual curiosity.