Happiness keeps quiet, like the child
playing in the corner, lost in her game.
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an overgrown manchild importantly spitting / his wild image, going shopping along the main / drag of city life, greedily bringing his lips / closer to the bottle to get to the bottom / of non-things
Sarita Colonia Comes Flying
...she yearned, like everybody does, to hear her own story, narrated and sung in the voice of those who pray, hope and sing, a story that could not be a novel but rather a song...
Excerpt from Moonbath
Even so, it wasn’t going to take long for our life, too, to shrivel, for the ground to crack under our feet, for the light dresses of women to darken to the color of grief.
The Capybara
"So we've accomplished our plan. How does it feel?" In the back seat, Ah Yung slaps the capybara's belly, which rings out like a ripe watermelon.
Prose Selections from Rust in the Role of Timber and Wind
Some sentences are a kind drizzle. Others are evil hurricanes. Words eat words. The words are cannibals.
Little Kastle
Sounds from the outside world were already diminishing, reduced to raspy gusts pirouetting restlessly before fading into an air drenched with odd, darkening colors. Now it was the beating of his heart that began to disturb the silence.
