She felt the abyss of disenchantment.

He thought about his people without sentimentality, with a strict closing of his accounts with life, beginning to understand how much he really loved the people he hated most.

Her nakedness was not absolute, for like Manet's _Olympia__, behind her ear she had a poisonous flower with orange petals, and she also wore a gold bangle on her right wrist and a necklace of tiny pearls. I imagined I would never see anything more exciting for as long as I lived, and today I can confirm that I was right.

Caribbean reality resembles the wildest imagination.

Just imagine, a cow on the balcony of the nation, what an awful thing, what a shitty country.

He was healthier than the rest of us, but when you listened with the stethoscope you could hear the tears bubbling inside his heart.

She would say, "Someone should invent something to do with things you cannot use anymore but that you still cannot throw out.