Metaphors are our way of losing ourselves in semblances or treading water in a sea of seeming.

Nothing happened today. And if anything did, I’d rather not talk about it, because I didn’t understand it.

Nothing good ever comes of love. What comes of love is always something better

So everything lets us down, including curiosity and honesty and what we love best. Yes, said the voice, but cheer up, it's fun in the end.

They could read him, they could study him, they could pick him apart, but they couldn't laugh or be sad with him.

It's strange how things happen, Mauricio Silva, known as the Eye, always tried to escape from violence even at the risk of being considered a coward, but the violence, the real violence, can't be escaped, at least not by us, born in Latin America in the 1950s, those of us who were around twenty years old when Salvador Allende died.

For a moment the two of them looked at each other, wordless, as if they were asleep and their dreams had converged on common ground, a place where sound was alien.