"zeffrino didn't know quite what to think. seeing a lady cry was a thing that made your heart ache. but how could anyone be sad in this enclosure of sea crammed with every variety of fish to fill the heart with desire and joy? and how could you dive into that greenness and pursue fish when there was a grown-up person nearby dissolved in tears? at the same moment, in the same place, two yearnings existed, opposed and unreconcilable, but zeffrino could neither conceive of them both together, nor surrender to the one or to the other."
from the short story "big fish, little fish" by italo calvino
rápidas manos frías/ retiran una a una/las vendas de la sombra/abro los ojos/ todavía/ estoy vivo/en el centro/ de una herida todavía fresca ~*madrugada* por octavio paz
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