re-start this weekend, reading the novel The child, the writer Hanos Hay. 'm definitely stuck on page ten. I like his way of describing human relationships. maridomujerpadremadrehijo. full of raw, everyday reality. nothing of banality, romance and illusions. of do not care where you are because this is what it is, here or there.
"I thought many times, almost as planned, however, there was always something, even she herself did not know what, that prevented him from carrying it out. Once he had the idea that the imagination was too hectic, so was so vividly the man's severed head lying on the kitchen tiles on the tile, groaning like an animal when he cut the neck, and slowly losing blood, drop by drop, while the air coming out of that court Sparkling open the broth became blood, all that I saw so clearly that he could not imagine it was more real than when he really finish him off. In addition, then the carnage would end forever the night, what would be the end of man, but hers, would end forever, and over she would regret. That said the neighbor, who also regrets the torment, and not only would be happy to remind man dismembered and carved, now finally got what he deserved, but it would be rather horrific and desperate. However, not carry it out, could kill it every night. "
I like the constant irony and irreverence clear.
"Later, the boy's mother would be under the window of the house lamenting: my son, your father. At that moment the young man cursed the moment when he abandoned the idea of \u200b\u200bdeserting the military and sewing to death the man who was his father, despite the fact that once a priest, who had confessed that his own purpose, he said he thought of the Redeemer, in how much he had to suffer, and yet even in through their greatest torments had said that when he died and came to the kingdom of heaven, look at that fucking bastard and would break their noses, and you would pay more than the first by what he had done to him, and then the creation itself, for all that he had made the world. Therefore, man should also be sympathetic, said the priest, kneeling before the altar to pray five faiths and three Our Fathers for his sin will be forgiven. "
The child, the writer Hanos Hay. Dance sun.
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