Come sleep with me: We will not make Love, Love will make us.
We walked without looking for us, but knowing that we were going to meet.
I think we all have a bit of that beautiful madness that keeps us going when everything around is so insanely sane.
n quoting others, we quote ourselves.
Books are still the only place in the house where you can still be calm.
She would smile and show no surprise, convinced as she was, the same as that, that casual meetings are apt to be just the opposite, and that people who make dates are the same kind who need lines on their writing paper, or who always squeeze up from the bottom on a tube of toothpaste.
What many people call loving consists in choosing a woman and marrying her. They choose it, I swear, I've seen them. As if you could choose in love, as if it were not a lightning that breaks your bones and leaves you stuck in the middle of the yard. You will say that they choose it because they love it, I believe it is al vesre. Beatriz is not chosen, Julieta is not chosen. You do not choose the rain that is going to sink to your bones when you leave a concert.