Aunque me quisiera con toda su alma, sería igualmente un amor de muerta.

Nunca la conoceré del todo.
Pero me necesita, me ha elegido.

Por eso resulta tan desgarrador el amor de los hombres. No pueden evitar separarse de lo que aman.

las palabras bonitas
como las mujeres bonitas
se arrugan y mueren.

I have crossed the seas, I have left cities behind me,
and I have followed the source of rivers towards their
source or plunged into forests, always making for other
cities. I have had women, I have fought with men ; and
I could never turn back any more than a record can spin
in reverse. And all that was leading me where ?
To this very moment...

People. You must love people. Men are admirable. I want
to vomit—and suddenly, there it is: the Nausea