Sublime

De pronto sintió que sollozaba. Le habían comenzado a brotar unas lágrimas que llegaban hasta su boca y le dejaban en los labios una humedad salada. ¿Por qué lloraba? Por el Jefe. Ya no habría otro Trujillo en su vida. Un hombre tan admirable, tan inteligente, tan astuto y enérgico, que, según le dijo un día, se había tirado a más de mil mujeres en

had yet to learn that nothing in this world can ever match the marvels that we conjure up in our own minds.

It is one of the triumphs of the human that he can know a thing and still not believe it.

«Nada te turbe, nada te espante; todo se pasa, Dios no se muda. La paciencia todo lo alcanza; quien a Dios tiene nada le falta. Solo Dios basta»[12]. La

I keep my faith for the things of another world. About this world I am a complete agnostic.

Álvaro de Campos.

“We have still not had a death,” he said. “A person does not belong to a place until there is someone dead under the ground.”

I’m not motivated by any of the things that usually motivate us, finding something out, saving someone, gaining something, supplanting, harming or usurping someone, avenging oneself, atoning for something, protecting or easing or freeing oneself from something; having it off with someone.

that depth of mindlessness which calls itself the modern mind.