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There is a time for reciting poems and a time for fists.

Roberto Bolano

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
Then he went out without touching anything and put his arm around Ingeborg, and like that, with their arms around each other, they returned to the village while the whole past of the universe fell on their heads.
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Each Other Head Past Touch Universe
I’m an educated man, the prisons I know are subtle ones.
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Education Man Oneself Prison Subtle
Death, in the Eastern tradition, was only a passage. What wasn’t clear, was toward what place, what reality, that passage led.
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Death Passage Reality Tradition
we interpret life at moments of the deepest desperation.
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Desperation Life Moments
The sky, at sunset, looked like a carnivorous flower.
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Flower Sky Sunset
In the current socio-political climate, he said to himself, committing suicide is absurd and redundant. Better to become an undercover poet.
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Climate Commitment Himself Poet Suicide
When I was done traveling, I returned convinced of one thing: we’re nothing.
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Myself Return Traveling
I realized my happiness was artificial. I felt happy because I saw the others were happy and because I knew I should feel happy, but I wasn’t really happy.
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Feeling Happiness Myself Realize
There is a time for reciting poems and a time for fists.
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Fist Poem Recite Time
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
Every book in the world is out there waiting to be read by me.
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Book Myself Reading Wait World
Dreams fade with morning light, Never a morn for thee, Dreamer of dreams, goodnight.
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Dreams Fade Goodness Light Morning
Nothing good ever comes of love. What comes of love is always something better.
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Better Goodness Love Philosophy
You have to know how to look even if you don’t know what you’re looking for.
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Known Yourself
As time goes by, as time goes by, the whip-crack of the years, the precipice of illusions, the ravine that swallows up all human endeavour except the struggle to survive.
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Human Illusion Struggle Survive Swallow Time

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