"You and I knew it was a lie, but my dear friend, as are the best dreams and we keep waiting for the night"
Me intriga la repetición, los años como renovaciones de un plan que jamás trazamos. De algún modo, resulta fascinante escuchar una canción hasta aprender cada nota. Y, sin embargo, cuánta tristeza desprende lo gastado.
I’m intrigued by repetition, the years as renewals of a plan we never traced. Somehow it’s fascinating to listen a song until you get to learn every single note. And yet how much sadness comes out of the worn.
A collective of bibliophiles talking about books. Book Fox (vulpes libris): small bibliovorous mammal of overactive imagination and uncommonly large bookshop expenses. Habitat: anywhere the rustle of pages can be heard.
"You and I knew it was a lie, but my dear friend, as are the best dreams and we keep waiting for the night"
The best of the literary web
Una mirada hacia el exterior desde dentro de las historias
A Library of Literary Interestingness
