I imagined people at breakfast, people who know each other intimately, probably a husband and a wife, speaking in unfinished sentences, in grunts, in coughs, as people do, particularly at that time of day. And I wondered what it would be like to sit down at that kind of dialogue, in which sentences are rarely completed and thoughts are rarely followed up and one person is not really listening closely to another. That’s all I had. And that’s when I began writing - Don Delillo
Saturday 6 September 2008
ÉPICA DESAFINADA 33
Embaladme la Luna
me la llevo en el maletero
hoy rebrota la música
y quiero luz para verlo
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esto me parece muy bueno Paco, demasiado bueno para alguien que juega en las ligas menores, es tuyo de verdad? chapeu!!!
1 comment:
esto me parece muy bueno Paco, demasiado bueno para alguien que juega en las ligas menores, es tuyo de verdad? chapeu!!!
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