Sometimes we just drove. It didn't matter where. As long as the road curved and had a horizon to disappear into, we were on a constant mission, chasing the end of the pavement rainbow. Many things were realized in the passenger seat. Life lessons poured from the cracked windows enveloped in cigarette smoke and songs from our parents' ( Read more... )

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& i just realize
after all these empty years
of hard fallen times &
half dranken beers
you were never really here
my dear
& my reality now
has become my
biggest fear
& my future has never been so uncertain
and at the same time
oh-so-clear.

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'the widow Nazeret never missed her occasional
appointments with Florentino Ariza,
not even during her busiest times, and it was
always without pretensions of loving or
being loved, although always in the hope of
finding something that resembled love, but
without the problems of love.'
--love in the time of cholera

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