Eva Luna

There is no death, daughter. People die only when we forget them,' my mother explained shortly before she left me. 'If you can remember me, I will be with you always.

She sowed in my mind the idea that reality is not only what we see on the surface; it has a magical dimension as well and, if we so desire, it is legitimate to enhance it and color it to make our journey through life less trying.

...when everything else fails, we communicate in the language of the stars

My name is Eva, which means 'life,' according to a book of names my mother consulted. I was born in the back room of a shadowy house, and grew up amidst ancient furniture, books in Latin, and human mummies, but none of those things made me melancholy, because I came into the world with a breath of the jungle in my memory.

That was a good time in my life, in spite of having the sensation of floating on a cloud, surrounded by both lies and things left unspoken. Occasionally I thought I glimpsed the truth, but soon found myself once again lost in a forest of ambiguities.

I felt an unrelenting restlessness. It was the first time I had ever experienced jealousy, and that emotion clung to my skin day and night like a dark stain, a contamination I could not shed; it became so unbearable that when finally I rid myself of it, I was freed forever of the desire to possess another person or the temptation ever to belong to anyone.

January 8 has been a lucky day for me. I have started all my books on that day, and all of them have been well received by the readers. I write eight to ten hours a day until I have a first draft, then I can relax a little. I am very disciplined. I write in silence and solitude. I light a candle to call inspiration and the muses, and I surround myself with pictures of the people I love, dead and alive.

At times I felt that the universe fabricated from the power of imagination had stronger and more lasting contours than the blurred realm of the flesh-and-blood creatures around me.

The house was a vast labyrinth of books. Volumes were stacked from floor to ceiling on every wall, dark, crackling, redolent of leather bindings, smooth to the touch, with their gold titles and translucent gilt-edged pages and delicate typography.

Although stunned and hungry, many sang, because it would have been pointless to aggravate misfortune by complaining.

Words are free, she used to say, and she appropriated them; they were all hers. She sowed in my mind the idea that reality is not only what we see on the surface; it has a magical dimension as well and, if we so desire, it is legitimate to enhance it and color it to make our journey through life less trying.

Te quitabas la faja de la cintura, te arrancabas las sandalias, tirabas a un rincón tu amplia falda, de algodón, me parece, y te soltabas el nudo que te retenía el pelo en una cola. Tenías la piel erizada y te reías. Estábamos tan próximos que no podíamos vernos, ambos absortos en este rito urgente, envueltos en el calor y el olor que hacíamos juntos. Me abría paso por tus caminos, mis manos en tu cintura encabritada y las tuyas impacientes. Te deslizabas, me recorrías, me trepabas, me envolvías con tus piernas invencibles, me decías mil veces ven con los labios sobre los míos

Cuando escribo cuento la vida como me gustaría que fuera, como una novela.

On that long journey she wept all the tears stored in her soul, leaving none in reserve for later sorrows.

Words are free, she tried to say, and she appropriated them; they were all hers.

I tried to show my affection and gratitude with small attentions, but he would not allow it; he was not used to receiving affection, although it was his nature to squander it on others.

Al crecer Rolf Carlé resultó observador, orgulloso y tenaz, con cierta inclinación romántica que lo abochornaba como un signo de debilidad.En esa época de exaltación guerrera, él jugaba con sus compañeros a las trincheras y a los aviones derribados, pero en secreto se conmovía con los brotes de cada primavera, las flores en el verano, el oro del otoño y la triste blancura del invierno.

He had a presentiment that their fates would be intertwined, but immediately rejected it; he always tried to avoid falling into the traps of intuition.