sábado, 14 de marzo de 2009


This, then, could be our last evening together. My last night with a woman I have known for 10 years, a woman I know almost everything about, and want no more of. Soon, we will be like strangers. No, we can never be that. Hurting someone is an act of reluctant intimacy. We will be dangerous acquaintances with a history. That first time she put her hand on my arm- I wish i had turned away. Why didnt I? The waste; the waste of time and feeling. She has said something similar about me. But do we mean it?

- Hanif Kureishi.

3 comentarios:

Melanie dijo...

hm... I am not understanding this. Write me if you need to talk!

liz tortillaberg dijo...

is that you?? beautiful

Rodrigo dijo...

dani, i love you so much. you write beautifully :D i want you to show me everything you know about literature. xoxo rodrigo