Why do you insist on talking about what does not exist?

...and the cries of the birds and the uproar of the monkeys became more and more remote, and the world became eternally sad. The men on the expedition felt overwhelmed by their most ancient memories in that paradise of dampness and silence, going back to before original sin, as their boots sank into pools of steaming oil and their machetes destroyed bloody lilies and golden salamanders.

but he only found her in the image that saturated his private and terrible solitude.

It is a triumph of life that old people lose their memories of inessential things.

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

Love becomes greater and nobler in calamity.

An ash-gray dog with a white blaze on its forehead burst onto the rough terrain of the market on the first Sunday in December, knocked down tables of fried food, overturned Indians' stalls and lottery kiosks, and bit four people who happened to cross its path.