Pastora, at every instant with him as near to joy as to woe, waiting to be told, for joy to burst over her at the slightest assurance, despair at the first sigh, tears of helpless anger at indifference, recovering in surly contempt, but still waiting to be told, - Me quierres? She with nothing of her own, not even her words but in question, until forced to cry out atlast, - Yo te quiero y tu no me quieres.
Sunday, July 22, 2007
The Recognitions - pg. 804
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment