The Old Gringo

Did you know we know we are all the object of another's imagination?

What is the strongest pretext for loving?...If it is necessary, our atomized consciousness invents love, imagines it or feigns it, but does not live without it, since in the midst of infinite dispersion, love, even if as a pretext , gives us the measure of our loss.

And the frontier in here?" the North American woman had asked, tapping her forehead. "And the frontier in hear?" General Arroyo had responded, touching his heart. "There's one frontier we only dare to cross at night," the old gringo said. "The frontier of our differences with others, of our battles with ourselves.

There are people whose external reality is generous because it is transparent, because you can read everything, accept everything, understand everything about them: people who carry their own sun with them.

Entonces el desierto le decía que la muerte es sólo una fatiga de las leyes de la naturaleza: la vida es la regla del juego, no su excepción, y hasta el desierto que parecía muerto escondía toda una minuciosa vida que prolongaba, originaba o remedaba las leyes de la existencia humana.

Each of us carries his Mexico and his United States within him, a dark and bloody frontier we dare to cross only at night.