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They could read him, they could study him, they could pick him apart, but they couldn’t laugh or be sad with him.

Roberto Bolano

The moon is fat and the night air is so pure it seems edible.
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Edible Fat Moon Night Purity
For a moment the two of them looked at each other, wordless, as if they were asleep and their dreams had converged on common ground, a place where sound was alien.
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Alien Each Other Moments Place Sound
In some lost fold of the past, we wanted to be lions and we’re no more than castrated cats
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Ability Goal Lost Potential Tiger
Bright colours in the west, giant butterflies dancing as night crept like a cripple toward the east.
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Color Dance Night
We never stop reading, although every book comes to an end, just as we never stop living, although death is certain.
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Book Death Philosophy Reading Stop
You run risks. That’s the plain truth. You run risks and, even in the most unlikely places, you are subject to destiny’s whims.
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Plain Risk Run Subject Truth
Dreams fade with morning light, Never a morn for thee, Dreamer of dreams, goodnight.
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Dreams Fade Goodness Light Morning
Metaphors are our way of losing ourselves in semblances or treading water in a sea of seeming.
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Assume Lose Sea Water
Reading is pleasure and happiness to be alive or sadness to be alive and above all it’s knowledge and questions.
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Happiness Knowledge Pleasure Question Reading
One should read Borges more.
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Book Oneself Reading
Nothing is ever behind us.
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Pace Right Time
If I were to say what I really think I would be arrested or shut away in a lunatic asylum. Come on, I am sure that it would be the same for everyone.
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Arrest Myself Retard Thinking
The American mirror, said the voice, the sad American mirror of wealth and poverty and constant useless metamorphosis, the mirror that sails and whose sails are pain.
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Constant Mirror Pain Poverty Voice Wealth
Only in chaos are we conceivable.
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Chaos Conceive
Every hundred feet the world changes.
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Change Travel World
If life is misery, why do we endure it?
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Endurance Life Misery

They could read him, they could study him, they could pick him apart, but they couldn’t laugh or be sad with him.

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