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Literature is the product of a strange rain of blood, sweat, semen, and tears.

Roberto Bolano

There is a time for reciting poems and a time for fists.
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Fist Poem Recite Time
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
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
Nothing is ever behind us.
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Pace Right Time
I’ll tell you, my friends: it’s all in the nerves. The nerves that tense and relax as you approach the edges of companionship and love. The razor-sharp edges of companionship and love.
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Approach Edge Friendship Love Nerve
I’m an educated man, the prisons I know are subtle ones.
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Education Man Oneself Prison Subtle
For her, reading was directly linked to pleasure, not to knowledge or enigmas or constructions or verbal labyrinths.
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Construction Knowledge Pleasure Reading Verbal
Poetry and prison have always been neighbors.
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Neighbor Poetry Prison
Reading is more important than writing.
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Important Reading Writing
One should read Borges more.
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Book Oneself Reading
No one pays attention to these killings, but the secret of the world is hidden in them.
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Attention Hide Kill Oneself Pay Secret
Nothing happened today. And if anything did, I’d rather not talk about it, because I didn’t understand it.
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Myself Talk Understand
When I was done traveling, I returned convinced of one thing: we’re nothing.
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Myself Return Traveling
Bright colours in the west, giant butterflies dancing as night crept like a cripple toward the east.
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Color Dance Night
The truth is we never stop being children, terrible children covered in sores and knotty veins and tumors and age spots, but ultimately children, in other words we never stop clinging to life because we are life.
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Children Grow Up Life Philosophy Stop Truth
Every book in the world is out there waiting to be read by me.
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Book Myself Reading Wait World

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