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Roberto Bolaño | Cowboy Graves
“And so, sooner than you think, this afternoon you consider an afternoon of the apocalypse, will seem nothing but a melancholy afternoon, an afternoon of loneliness lost in memory: Nature’s mirror. Or maybe you’ll forget it. Rain, weeping, your footsteps resounding on the cliff-walk. They don’t matter. Right now you can cry and let your image dissolve on the windshields of cars parked along the boardwalk. But you can’t lose yourself.”
— Roberto Bolaño, from “Rain,” The Unknown University, trans. Laura Healy (New Directions, 2013)
“We never stop reading, although every book comes to an end, just as we never stop living, although death is certain.”
— Roberto Bolaño
LOS PERROS ROMÁNTICOS
En aquel tiempo yo tenía veinte años y estaba loco.Había perdido un país pero había ganado un sueño.Y si tenía ese sueño lo demás no importaba. Ni trabajar ni rezar,ni estudiar en la madrugada junto a los perros románticos. Y el sueño vivía en el vacío de mi espíritu. Una habitación de madera, en penumbras, en uno de los pulmones del trópico. Y a veces me volvía dentro de mí y visitaba el sueño: estatua eternizada en pensamientos líquidos,un gusano blanco retorciéndose en el amor. Un amor desbocado. Un sueño dentro de otro sueño. Y la pesadilla me decía: crecerás. Dejarás atrás las imágenes del dolor y del laberinto y olvidarás. Pero en aquel tiempo crecer hubiera sido un crimen. Estoy aquí, dije, con los perros románticos y aquí me voy a quedar.
“[…] E talvolta tornavo dentro di me e visitavo il sogno: statua immortalata in pensieri liquidi, un verme bianco contorcendosi nell’amore. Un amore sboccato. Un sogno dentro un altro sogno. E l’incubo mi diceva: crescerai. Ti lascerai alle spalle le immagini del dolore e del labirinto e dimenticherai. Ma a quel tempo crescere sarebbe stato un crimine. Sono qui, dissi, coi cani romantici e qui voglio restare.”
— ROBERTO BOLAÑO - I cani romantici
A quel tempo avevo vent’anni
ed ero pazzo.
Avevo perso un paese
ma mi ero guadagnato un sogno.
E se avevo quel sogno
il resto non contava.
Né lavorare né pregare
né studiare all’alba
assieme ai cani romantici.
E il sogno viveva nel vuoto del mio spirito.
Una stanza di legno,
nella penombra,
in uno dei polmoni del tropico.
E a volte guardavo dentro me stesso
e visitavo il sogno: statua resa eterna
da pensieri liquidi,
un verme bianco che si contorceva
nell’amore.
Un amore sfrenato.
Un sogno dentro un altro sogno.
E l’incubo mi diceva: crescerai.
Ti lascerai alle spalle le immagini del dolore e del labirinto
e dimenticherai.
Ma a quel tempo crescere sarebbe stato un delitto.
Sono qui, dissi, con i cani romantici
e qui resterò.
Roberto Bolaño , I cani romantici
Luck and death go hand in hand, he said.
Roberto Bolaño, from '2666', tr. Natasha Wimmer
“I’ve never been very good at leaving things behind. I tried, but I have always left fragments of myself there too, like seeds awaiting their chance to grow.”
— Joanne Harris
Hard pill to swallow:
Most damaged relationships are impossible to fix. If you have endured pain and disappointment for a consistent, steady period of time, you are unlikely to muster any sort of healing or positive change by being around/with that person.
And we need to start normalizing it.
It doesn’t matter what they may have done for you. It doesn’t matter if they believe they’ve given you everything.
If you don’t believe it and you no longer feel the same about them, it’s your body and mind warning you that it’s time to back off from the toxicity.
She is not “my” girl, she belongs to herself. And I am grateful, for with all of her freedom, she still comes back to me, moment to moment, day to day and night to night. How much more grateful can I be? Love is not a possession, love is freedom. Collectively, our love is an illusion – our collective love is a form of enslavement, a form of enslavement that convinces us to enslave one another. This is a major reason so many problems arise because we have no control over ourselves internally, so we try controlling one another because we have no control over our internal emotions. That’s powerful, to know that though you don’t own a person they choose to lend their life to you as you do them. It’s a sweetness to that – that’s insurmountable.
-Terrence Webb
“You deserve a lover who takes away the lies and brings you hope, coffee, and poetry.”
— Frida Kahlo
Everyone warns you about red flags in a relationship but I want to hear about green flags
So here’s some. Add your own if you’d like!
* listens to you talk when you have issues and supports you through them
* stops doing things you tell them make you uncomfortable
* compromises when necessary
* never puts you down deliberately, especially not publically
* supports your ambitions
* uses a calm rational tone during arguments
* is able to apologise when they’re in the wrong
* aids your growth process
Hate how much I can relate to this
reminder that your partner is allowed to want to spend time away from you!
your partner is allowed to have friends, interests, and activities that you don’t share!
your partner is allowed to take time to respond to your text!
your partner is allowed to put themselves first sometimes!
your partner is allowed to have a different (non-harmful) opinion than you!
your partner is allowed to not feel like kissing or hugging sometimes!
your partner is allowed to tell you they’re not in a place to listen to you vent at the moment!
your partner is allowed to choose not to share certain (again, non-harmful) things about themselves with you!
it’s easy to get sucked into a romanticized idea of what a relationship should be with how often we’re bombarded by shiny perfect love stories. remember that your partner is allowed to have boundaries with you and that a relationship should be a compromise, not an endless stream of devotion!