Memories of my Melancholy Whores

No matter what you do, this year or in the next hundred, you will be dead forever

So you go and find that poor creature right now even if what your jealousy tells you is true, no matter what, nobody can take away the dances you’ve already had. But one thing, no grandfather’s romanticism

with a courage I never thought I had. The truth is I’m getting old, I said. We already are old, she said with a sigh. What happens is that you don’t feel it on the inside, but from the outside everybody can see it

In the end, it is impossible not to become what others believe you are.

Sex is the consolation you have when you can’t have love

I discovered that I am not disciplined our of virtue but as a reaction to my negligence, that I appear generous in order to conceal my meanness, that I passed myself off as prudent because I am evil-minded, that I am conciliatory in order not to succumb to my repressed rage, that I am punctual only to hide how little I care about other people’s time. I learned, in short, that love is not a condition of the spirit but a sign of the zodiac.

I cried over you for twenty-two years.

Let no one be deceived, no, thinking that what he awaits will last longer than what he has seen

that’s where I suppose condemned souls go in order not to endure the truth of their past lives

This was all that life gave me, and I have never done anything to obtain more.