Marcela

“And I realize how useless wails are and how gratuitous melancholy is.”
― Mircea Eliade, Le Roman de l'adolescent myope

“Farewell until eternity, where you and I shall not find ourselves together.”
― Comte de Lautréamont, Les Chants de Maldoror

“Cada suspiro es como un sorbo de vida del que uno se deshace.”
― Juan Rulfo, Pedro Páramo

“It was a time I slept in many rooms, called myself by many names. I wandered through the quarters of the city like alluvium wanders the river banks. I knew every kind of joy, ascents of every hue. Mine was the twilight and the morning. Mine was a world of rooftops and love songs.”
― Roman Payne, Rooftop Soliloquy