Fame Is A Form, Perhaps The Worst

Yo, Que Me Figuraba El Paraíso / Bajo La Especie De Una Biblioteca. I Have Always Imagined Paradise As A Kind Of Library.

There Are Those Who Seek The Love Of A Woman To Forget Her, To Not Think About Her.

In General, Every Country Has The Language It Deserves.

We Forget That We Are All Dead Men Conversing With Dead Men.

We Are Our Memory, We Are That Chimerical Museum Of Shifting Shapes, That Pile Of Broken Mirrors.