No doubt, he didn’t love her/ Albert Camus
She followed Marcel, that was all, happy to feel that someone needed her. He gave her no other joy than knowing that she was necessary. No doubt, he didn’t love her. Love, even hateful, didn’t have that scowling face. But what was his face? They made love in the night, without seeing each other, groping. […]
Never time for the last word/ Carlos Fuentes
Black jewels, the deep sea still under the sun, bottom of sand rocked by the time, dark cherries from the meat tree and warm entrails. He never told her that. No time. There was no time to tell her so many things about love. There was never time for the last word. Perhaps closing his […]
