She felt the abyss of disenchantment.

Cease, cows, life is short.

Her heart of compressed ash, which had resisted the most telling blows of daily reality without strain, fell apart with the first waves of nostalgia.

Over the weekend the vultures got into the presidential palace by pecking through the screens on the balcony windows and the flapping of their wings stirred up the stagnant time inside, and at dawn on Monday the city awoke out of its lethargy of centuries with the warm, soft breeze of a great man dead and rotting grandeur.

He soon acquired the forlorn look that one sees in vegetarians.

While a person does not give up on sex, sex does not give up on the person.

the bells of glory that announced to the world the good news that the uncountable time of eternity had come to an end