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En Borges está toda la literatura y todo lo que puede ser la literatura, y eso es maravilloso, pero a veces me da que pensar que hay muy poca humanidad. (Hay que buscarla en otra parte).

‘Until suddenly, a carnation drops from behind an ear, for a knife has plunged into a man, whose horizontal dying brings the dance without music to its end.’

‘But the battle did not begin. The sun peacefully rose and without haste set again into the quivering reeds. The men and the arms watched, and waited. The noontimes were more powerful than they and the siestas were infinite.’

‘He went out for a walk in the decorous streets of London, in search of inspiration. It was just evening; Bogle wandered about until a honey colored moon was mirrored in the rectangular waters of the public fountains. And then he was visited by his god.’