My gift to you will be an abyss, she said,
but it will be so subtle you’ll perceive it
only after many years have passed
and you are far from Mexico and me.
You’ll find it when you need it most,
and that won’t be
the happy ending,
but it will be an instant of emptiness and joy.
And maybe then you’ll remember me,
if only just a little.
Roberto Bolaño, “My Gift To You,” from issue 201, Summer 2012:

Those moments when you ask but you don't really want to get the answer. 

También de inocencia se es culpable. 

What's faster, the image or the word? 

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Claves para intuir 

Farewell

Lo que fue ya no es.