Sunday




and you can shoot me
and you can throw me off a train
....






sure, sure... he is always so tragic

Friday




you are... and you are...

Wednesday


Sunday



look at me that way

Saturday

-... would you take off your clothes and let me see your body?
- you want just me to take off my clothes?
- yes. first you take all your clothes off. i want to look at your body. you don't want to?
- i dont mind. if you want me to, i said.


south of the border, west of the sun, haruki murakami

Thursday


maybe it is not a good idea that an only child falls in love with another only child.
but things happen

Monday

between all the strange relationships that i establish with writers, there is one a little peculiar between cortázar and me.
every time that i have given one of his books to a boy, as a gift, the things didnt work out as i expected.
and i'm absolutely sure that i'm not the reason of that failure, because -as everybody knows- i'm nice and adorable and very smart and even funny.
maybe it is because they dont like cortázar or because they dont understand his writing.
i have started to think that they didnt even read the book that i gave to them.
definitely, it is all cortazar's fault. 
 

Thursday

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my only mistake is i keep hoping