So many feelings.
It’s as if someone caught the essence of youth, life, literature, poetry, irony and Mexico and wrote it down.
Maybe I’ll write something more coherent in the next days.
In the meantime, I’m happy I finished the year reading this book.
Thank you, Bolaño. Your book stays in my heart. I’m happy I stole it from my school. I promise you I’ll buy it as soon as I can and return this copy so someone else can read it.
De nuevo, gracias.