“Nothing is perfect, she told herself, as she closed the door and put the flowers in water, opening the faucet all the way so that the stream of water would dislodge the fluvial knot jammed in her throat. Nothing is… — Pedro Lemebel Copy Share
“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. That the problem is the gray color of your uniforms, such a depressing color, so dull, and it doesn’t go with anything. Do you realize that the only color it goes with is red, it’s the… — Pedro Lemebel Copy Share
“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 that the stream of water would dislodge the fluvial knot jammed in her throat. Nothing is ideal, she insisted, in order to feel the crystalline warmth of pain moistening her eyes, barely wetting the blue watercolors… — Pedro Lemebel Copy Share
“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
