Author of quotes: Julio Cortazar

"I tell you, dammit!" "Prove it, what value was it "I"? - began to think Oliveira. - What kind of omniscience claimed that "I" the great of this world?" At fifteen he realized that "the only thing I know that I know nothing"; and unavoidable seemed consequential at this revelation poison Hemlock, it is impossible, indeed, to throw people a challenge with impunity, I say. He later had the pleasure to make sure that the highest forms of culture affect the credibility and influence and the confidence that causes the erudition, and mind the same thing, "I say," but only disguised and unrecognized even by those who uttered them; it might sound like "I have always believed," or "if I do something and sure," or "obviously," and almost never balanced by a dispassionate judgment, which contained the opposite point of view. As if the human race vigilant to the individual, not letting it excessively to advance on the path of tolerance, reasonable doubt, fluctuations in feelings. At some point born and toes, and multiple sclerosis, and definition: black or white, radical or conservative, Homo - or hetero-sexual, figurative or abstract, "San Lorenzo" or "Boca-juniors", meat or vegetarian, Commerce or poetry.

Last night I searched for your lips to other lips
and almost believed that he found you
for a blind man, I know what attracts me to a woman,
it is a river;
but this longing - to reach the shore of dream
and to understand pleasure - damn slave
received a counterfeit coin.
The forgotten, beloved, as I would like
to raise the suffering in Buenos Aires
that hopeless hope.
If again to love you
in my house - open to the side port
if I again meet you in the morning at a café -
and that nothing-nothing
hasn't happened yet.
To not have anything to forget
your hands are not expunged from memory,
and let one thing remains - a window into the starless sky.

Love the shell remain in the
memories: images and sounds;
they only real separation:
away from the sea sea noise audible.
Flower from the cold autumn days
wrings with pain the leaves-hands
and comes alive in joy and in flour
under the sun - every cell of his.
Beautiful statue - one,
always alone, never despondent
(be proud of you, but she does not contradict).
of stone and dreams created,
from nothing but true to this day,
whiter than white Lily - love.

Your reflection has disappeared
in the river - and it was there yesterday;
just like that evening
leave you in oblivion.
And, like thirst, -
so eh will happen in the end? -
one jerk your face
I'll attract one.

When heavenly rose petals
we count down return time
motionless and silent shadow
stands the words cold sprouts -
let us love conducts it to the river,
where Shuttle will depart - after a moment,
let the name of your light in the confusion
Wake up in the palm of my hand.
I invented you, I exist;
the eagle, from the shore, out of the darkness follow me,
how proud you soar, my creation,
and shadow your - the sparkle of fire
from under the heavens I hear the spell,
you recreate me.

Before you fall asleep again, I imagined (saw) the universe is plastic, able to change, the universe which walks freely giving miracles a blind case, and the sky can be compressed and burst open and the sun may not rise or tremble in the sky, or change the form.
And painfully wanted to split up the strict pattern of constellations, this light is nasty Trust the Divine Watchmaker.

The best thing about my ancestors is that they are already dead; modestly, but with dignity, I expect the moment when I inherit this quality.

... life is when you climb up, and then stop and something clicks; and even this low white enveloping the sky in the warm depth of the well, and from the sky smells like lavender.

What is there to tell, it's all going very badly, and we don't know what to do. Worse, we know very well what every one of us, and don't do that.

Play hopscotch like this: toe chisel a pebble. What you need: smooth surface, pebble, shoes and more - beautifully drawn classic, drawn with crayons, colored better. In the top cell of the Sky, in lower - to-Earth, and very hard stone to get to Heaven, usually where somebody will miscalculate and a stone POPs up in the cage. Gradually, however, the necessary skills are acquired, learn to jump on every cells, and one fine day it turns out that you can get off the Ground and gallop with their stone up to the Sky, ascend to Heaven, too bad that just at this moment when almost nobody around here knows how to get to Heaven, and you learn, at this moment childhood ends and you're buried in books, hit in the longing for God knows what, lost in contemplation of another Sky, which is necessary to learn to go. And since childhood you've already said goodbye, they forget that in order to get to Heaven, only need a pebble and a toe.

Sometimes, when you cross the threshold of the unseen, don't know the motives and reasons of their actions.

The first thought always in a hurry, ahead of the sense that marking behind.

... went in his jeep and on his equally high-speed jargon.

But first were photographed using the very latest camera, which modestly emit a bluish bumagina, where little by little, and who knows what wonderful and Polaroid way materialists lazy images, first in the form of disturbing soul ectoplasm, gradually revealing nose, curly hair and smile...