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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.

Roberto Bolano

Literature is the product of a strange rain of blood, sweat, semen, and tears.
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Blood Literature Product Strange
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 interpret life at moments of the deepest desperation.
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Desperation Life Moments
Dreams fade with morning light, Never a morn for thee, Dreamer of dreams, goodnight.
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Dreams Fade Goodness Light Morning
Only in chaos are we conceivable.
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Chaos Conceive
I kept having dreams all night. I thought they were touching me with their fingers. But dreams don’t have fingers, they have fists, so it must have been scorpions.
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Dreams Fingers Thinking Touching
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
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
Every hundred feet the world changes.
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Change Travel World
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
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
I’m an educated man, the prisons I know are subtle ones.
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Education Man Oneself Prison Subtle
You have to know how to look even if you don’t know what you’re looking for.
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Known Yourself
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
Every book in the world is out there waiting to be read by me.
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Book Myself Reading Wait World
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

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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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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