Nothing happened today. And if anything did, I’d rather not talk about it, because I didn’t understand it.
Roberto BolanoThe American mirror, said the voice, the sad American mirror of wealth and poverty and constant useless metamorphosis, the mirror that sails and whose sails are pain.
Roberto BolanoBright colours in the west, giant butterflies dancing as night crept like a cripple toward the east.
Roberto Bolano