"When asked how was Greece, spoke of a long line of nursing homes erected on the shores of a poisoned sea whose waters reached to the acute narrow pebble beaches in slow waves as oil.
When we asked how it was France, recalled a short hallway between two public offices where mangy guards searched a woman who smiled embarrassed, while the patio wire up a splash in the water.
When asked how was Rome, he found a fresh scar in the groin that claimed to be from a wound received while trying to break the windows of an abandoned tramway on the outskirts and in which some women embalmed their dead.
When asked if he had seen the desert, explained in detail the erotic mores and timing of migration of insects that nest in the porosity of marble eaten by the salt of the ports and spent by the handling of the merchants of the coast.
When asked how was Belgium, established the relationship between the weakening of desire to a naked woman, lying on his back, smiles awkwardly and intermittent and progressive oxidation of certain firearms.
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| Portrait of George Dyer in a Mirror, 1968, Francis Bacon |
Asked how far he had gone, replied that a freighter had left Valparaiso to take care of a blind woman who sang in the streets and claimed to have been dazzled by the light of the Annunciation. "
Alvaro Mutis, The death of Captain Cook ( jobs lost), Summa Maqroll the Gaviero , Poetry, 1948-1997, Introduction and editing Carmen Ruiz Barrionuevo, Salamanca, Ediciones Universidad de Salamanca, National Heritage, Library of America, no. 12, 1999. ISBN84-7481-882-6
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After taking a seat by the window, the doctor assumed that the environment would have been unbearable if not for the quality of chocolate, which was excellent. He leaned back in his chair, stretching his legs under the table while he unbuttoned his coat. Is the sound of voices, which increased as customers were arriving, how did the waiters shouting orders from one end to another of the premises, confirmed his initial suspicion, perhaps a little reckless. Although it was not yet familiar with the city, recalled the comment chance to do one of the colleagues at the hospital. In Spain, you must be heard to shout, otherwise nobody will take into account. He tried not to think of Prague, but inevitable and wondered if there would ever return. And then I realized that this could be awful: not only had left Prague without a purpose, but was beginning to experience the weight of betrayal. It said it would always be a stranger wherever he went. Do they have always the feeling of being on the wrong side of the river? To his right was headed, burly mustache and bodies colliding with each other to go settling. At last he had a bartender fat, solemn voice, it out of their grim thoughts. And he asked, his arm raised, if you wanted something else. He ordered another chocolate, pointing to the cup with a vague gesture. He paid with a ticket that was taken from the bottom of the pocket and, when finished, went to the door.
He was happy when he was in the street. I began to like the chaos of the city. Was intended to go to the hotel, although the idea of \u200b\u200bwalking him was curiously exciting and refreshing. Noticed the foul odor that came from the doorways. The proximity of the seafood, I recalled a dream. A dream of crabs in cahoots on a woman with breasts covered with bruises. Then walked down the Ramblas walking slowly toward Columbus, noting the activity of vendors on both sides of the street. Passed by the newsstand and was absorbed compared to the cages of monkeys, parrots and cockatoos ruffled feathers and marred by the cold, sharp cries which still retained the nostalgia of the jungle. Like the previous day at the same time, had begun to fall drizzle a little sticky. He walked: the salt air had burned his face as if it came directly from the port. "
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| Coffee House, Harry Mayerovitch, 1980-8 |
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