sábado, 12 de septiembre de 2009


And one kiss I had of her mouth, as I took the apple from her hand. But while I bit it, my brain whirled and my foot stumbled; and I felt my crashing fall through the tangled boughs beneath her feet, and saw the dead white faces that welcomed me in the pit.

Dante Gabriel Rossetti
The Orchard-Pit

fragmentos de Bestiario( Circe)-Julio Cortázar