While We Live in the Present/ Antonio Gala
* While we live in the present, we do not perceive it. Just as if we look at a face from too close, we cannot contemplate it all. We see wrinkles that we would not see from afar, or the refined color of the eyes, or the eyebrows’ implantation, or the tasty curl of lips. […]
A Mother’s Love/ Mario Vargas LLosa
He remembered how he had begun to inhale ether because ether brought him peace after those attacks in which he was exhausted, humiliated, and with bristling nerves. How, later, opium saved him from the transitory lucid death of sneezing attacks. The affection, the lullaby, the consolation, and the smell of that woman— who had killed […]
