Lies and Sorcery

In other words, I never had to forgive those I loved for their faults, because I never perceived them to have any. The fire-like luminosity of the same sins that I hated in others dimmed when committed by my loved ones, extinguished by my sanctitude and zeal.

I often avoided her, preferring my imagined version (my imagination transforming and taming her according to my desires

I, morbidly sensitive due to my overwhelming emotions, turned all my thoughts, like flags in the wind, back to that stifling season in which my childhood was upended, my destiny transformed. Even now, in a certain

sense, I remain stuck in that summer of my childhood, my spirit ceaselessly circling and probing it,

My fate, I must emphasize, was to be one of those people who fall hopelessly and incurably in love; a love, however, that is never reciprocated.

to regain her glacial companionship, to experience her treachery.

I obeyed the commands of an insipid and petulant school companion, like a slave, simply because at first glance I had judged her to be the most beautiful girl in our class.

As everyone knows, an awareness of absolute power can awaken a taste for brutality in even the most mild-mannered rulers.

Lying’s poisonous evil slithers among the branches of my family tree, on both the paternal and the maternal sides,

vanquishing death and every other anguish.

In the end, I was like the self-flagellating hermit who exiles himself from the living to better enjoy his conversations with angels.

During these wakeful nights, my former delusions were replaced by a new companion—my memory. I would spend the entire night recalling past events. My past, my childhood, and that last year I lived with my parents—so intact and vivid it seemed to have happened yesterday.

I would encounter the same people and the same city of my memories. Many of these dreams would repeat themselves in near-identical detail,

I would encounter the same people and the same city of my memories. Many of these dreams would repeat themselves in near-identical detail, night

I would encounter the same people and the same city of my memories. Many of these dreams would repeat themselves in near-identical detail, night after night.