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
Monday 9 January 2012
BESOS SÍSMICOS
Se besaban sin parar. Se sentaban en el parque, hacían picnics y luego se besaban hasta que el beso hacía daño, hasta que la fricción labial terminaba produciendo movimientos sísmicos. El labio superior de ella se metía debajo del labio inferior de él y así pasaba que el puente colgante de San Francisco se partía por la mitad
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