"as far as laurel had ever known, there had not happened a single blunder in their short life together. but the guilt of outliving those you love is justly to be borne, she thought. outliving is something we do to them, the fantasies of dying could be no stranger than the fantasies of living. surviving is perhaps the strangest fantasy of them all."
-eudora welty, the optimist's daughter
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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