It Was A Love Of Perpetual Flight.

Why Do You Insist On Talking About What Does Not Exist?

She Was Lost In Her Longing To Understand.

Life Is Not What One Lived, But What One Remembers And How One Remembers It In Order To Recount It

And Both Of Them Remained Floating In An Empty Universe Where The Only Everyday & Eternal Reality Was Love.

El Mundo Habrá Acabado De Joderse -dijo Entonces- El Día En Que Los Hombres Viajen En Primera Clase Y La Literatura En El Vagón De Carga.