Cuentos Flashcards
Solitude (TV glass)
Tired of being ignored by the faces through the TV screen, he moves up close and
pleads: “Why, why, why don’t you notice me?” But they continue as before, talking
amongst themselves as if he isn’t there.
He moves closer still, till his nose touches glass, and sobs: “Why, why, why do you
ignore me, can’t you see I’m just like you?” Sometimes he’s sure they can see him, but
still they carry on as if he doesn’t exist.
Then it happens again: one of them stands up, approaches him from across the room,
and reaches out a hand. He hears the click, and darkness consumes him.
No creo en la vía pacífica Nicanor parra
no creo en la vía violenta me gustaría creer en algo pero no creo creer es creer en Dios lo único que yo hago es encogerme de hombros perdónenme la franqueza no creo ni en la Vía Láctea.
Jim, Bolaño.
Jim, quiere ser poeta, tiene una mujer con la que no le va bien, se queda mirando al tragafuego hasta que Bolaño lo aleja, no se vuelven a ver.