Andi Valdes

“Su rostro olvidó siempre las risas sabrosas y juguetonas como esa espuma que hace el río al chocar contra las piedras.”
― José León Sánchez, La isla de los hombres solos

“The pain is stronger than ever. I've seen bits of lost Paradises and I know I'll be hopelessly trying to return even if it hurts. The deeper I swing into the regions of nothingness the further I'm thrown back into myself, each time more and more frightening depths below me, until my very being becomes dizzy. There are brief glimpses of clear sky, like falling out of a tree, so I have some idea where I'm going, but there is still too much clarity and straight order of things, I am getting always the same number somehow. So I vomit out broken bits of words and syntaxes of the countries I've passed through, broken limbs, slaughtered houses, geographies. My heart is poisoned, my brain left in shreds of horror and sadness. I've never let you down, world, but you did lousy things to me.
(from "As I was moving ahead occasionally I saw brief glimpses of beauty", 2000)”
― Jonas Mekas

“Se murió como es el morir de las cigarras que empiezan a cantar y a cantar hasta que llega el minuto negro en que ya no hay aire para la vida.”
― José León Sánchez, La isla de los hombres solos