Mariana

“My dear, you know that a little girl is a lie, a lie that grows a little every day, but never in the same direction. She’s a chameleon lie, like an artificial flower injected every season with a chemical to make it change color - white today, black tomorrow, day after day, alas, she reaches a point where she shows the world a neutral, undefinable color. She doesn’t stop being a flower, only now, my dear, she is hidden, secret. A hypocritical flower. Forever.”
― Agustín Gómez Arcos, The Carnivorous Lamb

“Still, you had the feeling that the house was trying not to complain, trying hard to keep its pain a secret, so as not to burden us, its dear occupants… but it complained all the same, it couldn’t help it. The pain rose from the depths of its foundations. Signs of the disease could be seen with the naked eye: a greenish ooze was always running down the walls, the paint was flacking as if the house were peeling, or rather rotting. It was practically a corpse.”
― Agustín Gómez Arcos, The Carnivorous Lamb

“Mother had another way of looking, too, that bored into me when I had my back turned, making a vacuum around me, driving out every molecule of air, of life. Suffocation.”
― Agustín Gómez Arcos, The Carnivorous Lamb

“From the moment Mother first told me ‘’ I never wanted you’’ I undertook to go back in my past to a time before I was born. And I began to understand. She started resenting me the day my fetus swelled her body too much for her to bend elegantly over her damned rosebuch. But I understood that my desire for revenge was too facile, too romantic. I have gone further. I have reached love, or rather the death of love. A commonplace tragedy.”
― Agustín Gómez Arcos, The Carnivorous Lamb