“Clutching the tablecloth tightly under her arm, the Queen felt for the second time that day a wave of dignity that made her lift her head and see everything at the same height as her batlike eyes. And this is… — Pedro Lemebel Copy Share Image
“When the only thing she wanted was for him not to show her some of that notorious respect. For him to throw himself on top of her and suffocate her in his stench of a macho in heat. For him… — Pedro Lemebel Copy Share Image
“And he says that everything, absolutely everything, is a question of aesthetics and color. That people aren’t really unhappy with you or your government.… — Pedro Lemebel Copy Share Image
“She could hear them giggling when she was already halfway down the block, but she pretended to be deaf; she didn’t care. She had… — Pedro Lemebel Copy Share Image
“Nothing is perfect, she told herself, as she closed the door and put the flowers in water, opening the faucet all the way so… — Pedro Lemebel Copy Share Image
“So lonely, so trapped within his own cocoon that he can’t even cry without a spectator to appreciate the effort it takes to shed… — Pedro Lemebel Copy Share Image
“This is just the beginning of some kind of end, she said, as if she were speaking to the cloudy aquarelle of the city,… — Pedro Lemebel Copy Share Image
“Clutching the tablecloth tightly under her arm, the Queen felt for the second time that day a wave of dignity that made her lift… — Pedro Lemebel Copy Share Image
“Her sentimental sissy eyes watched as they turned her virginal tablecloth embroidered with so much love into a mayhem of murder and drool. Her… — Pedro Lemebel Copy Share Image
“Spring had come to Santiago as it did every year, but this one arrived with splashes of violent graffiti in vibrant colors on the… — Pedro Lemebel Copy Share Image
“When the only thing she wanted was for him not to show her some of that notorious respect. For him to throw himself on… — Pedro Lemebel Copy Share Image
“No woman had ever managed to stir up such a storm inside his head. Not one had ever been capable of making him lose… — Pedro Lemebel Copy Share Image
“Pink clouds of plum blossoms and their magnificent aroma languished in their wake, leaving a snow-drift of petals stuck to the windshield. They look… — Pedro Lemebel Copy Share Image
