We are born sad and we die sad, but meanwhile we love bodies whose sad beauty is a miracle.
Mario BenedettiI do not write for the reader to come, but for him who is here, short of reading the text on my shoulder.
Mario BenedettiWe are born sad and we die sad, but meanwhile we love bodies whose sad beauty is a miracle.
Mario BenedettiI do not write for the reader to come, but for him who is here, short of reading the text on my shoulder.
Mario Benedetti