March 24, 2008 - Leave a Response. 8220;in that period of racking pain and calamitous fright helga had learned what passion and credulity could do to one. in her was born angry bitterness and an enormous disgust. the cruel, unrelieved suffering had beaten down her protective wall of artificial faith in the infinite wisdom, in the mercy, of god. for had she not called in her agony on him? And he had not heard. why? And they were only a nuisance to other people.

191;Por qué me miras así? 191;Y es que me recuerdas, mujer cruel, con esa mirada serena, que tú siempre tienes sitio para mí, y que soy yo el que te deja una y otra vez, distraído por las verdades efímeras de este mundo? Por las verdades y las mentiras, sí. Todas efímeras, como mi pasión por ellas. 161;Y es que cuando me fundo en ti, te me pierdes! 161;Ahora puedo abrazarte yo a ti! Pero siempre terminas siendo tú la que me sorprende y yo el que se rinde ante tu mirada serena.

Fly like paper, get high like planes. The young man had killed himself; but she did not pity him; with the clock striking the hour, one, two, three, she did not pity him, with all this going on. There! The old lady had put out her light! The whole house was dark now with this going on, she repeated, and the words came to her, Fear no more the heat of the sun. She must go back to them. But what an extraordinary night! March 2, 2008.

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