Come away, O human child!
To the waters and the wild
With a faery hand in hand,
For the world’s more full of weeping than you can understand.
W. B. Yeats “The Stolen Child”

… We sat grown quiet at the name of love;
We saw the last embers of daylight die,
And in the trembling blue-green of the sky
A moon, worn as if it had been a shell
Washed by time’s waters as they rose and fell
About the stars and broke in days and years.
I had a thought for no one’s but your ears:
That you were beautiful, and that I strove
To love you in the old high way of love;
That it had all seemed happy, and yet we’d grown
As weary-hearted as that hollow moon.
W.B. Yeats “Adam’s Curse”

This book…
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. 

This book…

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.