"The movie has just begun," murmured the vendor without looking at me; she was a rather plump redhead, more or less my age, who was busy writing something in what appeared to be an ordinary school exercise book, except that its pages were pink. Verses! A poet!
(It's better to create than destroy what's unnecessary)
Tuesday, March 16, 2010
Monsieur Pain - pg. 86
Labels: Roberto Bolaño
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