Never time for the last word/ Carlos Fuentes
Black jewels, the deep sea still under the sun, bottom of sand rocked by the time, dark cherries from the meat tree and warm entrails. He never told her that. No time. There was no time to tell her so many things about love. There was never time for the last word. Perhaps closing his […]
Out of the depths of time/ Rainer Maria Rilke
Why do you not think of him as the coming one, imminent from all eternity, the future one, the final fruit of a tree whose leaves we are? What keeps you from projecting his birth into times that are in process of becoming, and living your life like a painful and beautiful day in the […]
