Even the pallid daughters of Albion forget for a moment their Pre-Raphaelite poses by burying themselves in the sonorous sortilege of the Antilles. — Alejo Carpentier Copy Share Image
“The thunder traveled over the ship, from west to east, with prolonged reverberations, before it moved away with its clouds, leaving the sea, by… — Alejo Carpentier Copy Share Image
“How hard it is to become a man again when one has ceased to be a man." -The Lost Steps” — Alejo Carpentier Copy Share Image
I gladly accepted the commission but was uncertain about what the end result would be. On the one hand, Cuban music was conquering the… — Alejo Carpentier Copy Share Image
“Si en estos países se moría por pasiones que me fueran incomprensibles, no por ello era la muerte menos muerte.” — Alejo Carpentier Copy Share Image
“In the quarter where the sun should have appeared, the sky was covered by a strange reddish cloud, like smoke, like hot ashes, like… — Alejo Carpentier Copy Share Image
A day will come when man will discover an alphabet in the eyes of the chalcedonies, in the marking of the moth, and will… — Alejo Carpentier Copy Share Image
“But everywhere dark shapes were already melting into the night, seeking asylum in the undergrowth and the jungle. Those not caught in the first… — Alejo Carpentier Copy Share Image
I had breathed in the atmosphere created by Henri Christophe, the monarch of incredible aims, much more surprising than all the kings invented by… — Alejo Carpentier Copy Share Image
“A day will come when men will discover an alphabet in the eyes of chalcedonies, in the markings of the moth, and will learn… — Alejo Carpentier Copy Share Image
From the beginning, the sensation of the marvelous presupposes faith. — Alejo Carpentier Copy Share Image
In the Kingdom of Heaven, there is no grandeur to be won, inasmuch as there all is an established hierarchy, the unknown is revealed,… — Alejo Carpentier Copy Share Image
