I introduce myself to the world / mixed with my own shadows

Sit down and listen. And write everything down.

Don't say a word to anyone. Come alone. Make sure that you're not being followed.

I saw a shop / went in and bought / something I had forgotten / I already had.

Feverish, tense, you try to calm your rapid breathing.

Knowing this-that the doctor appeared deep in his Sunday routine-the woman hesitated.

He forced himself to take shallow breaths, even though his instinct was to swallow huge heaving gulps to relieve the sense of suffocation he felt in the crowds and the alleyways.

“Ambar Past’s poetry is born out of the beauty of Chiapas.” —Elena Poniatowska

without knowing if you're alive or dead / it's all the same

My wife was the weather woman

Those who have nothing / have only had their blood to wash

The orchestra is playing Mood Indigo / that sadness of an unreal color

So, I guess it's time to get a divorce and become a janitor? Personov asks him.

“Like many Arab novelists and poets, he has turned to the essay.”—Ahdaf Soueif

This was how I was inducted into a world where everything has clearly drawn edges.

Did you hear? Pavel Petrovich asked Tatyana Ivanovna. It's incomprehensible. I still can't believe it!

“Akin Isola remains one of our most versatile Nigerian writers.”—Wole Soyinka

Nothing is intolerable if you've made up your mind that you have to put up with it.

My hiccups won't stop.

Why doesn't your mother come back to look for you, constantly asked the woman.

“The most important Arab novelist today.”—Naguib Mahfouz

He hugged me, baptizing me with his sweat.

This way over there, you stupid savage.

“Sometimes I think I can reach the skies…and no sea would cover my bare knees!”

You are water. / You are afraid of and for the stones you will strike as you flow.