Quotes from The Postman

“-وماذا في الكلمات من سوء؟
-ليس هناك مخدرًا أسوأ من الكلام”
― Antonio Skármeta, quote from The Postman

“لابد من تذوق الكلمات، على المرء أن يتركها تذوب في فمه.”
― Antonio Skármeta, quote from The Postman

“ستكتشفين أنني أحبك حين لا أحبك. طالما أن للحياة وجهين. تستطيع الكلمة أن تكون جناحاً للصمت. وللنار نصيبها من البرد.”
― Antonio Skármeta, quote from The Postman

“It says yes, in blue, in foam, in a gallop. It says no, then no. It cannot be still. My name is sea, it repeats, striking a stone but not convincing it. Then with the seven green tongues, of seven green tigers, of seven green seas, it caresses it, kisses it, wets it, and pounds on its chest, repeating its own name.”
― Antonio Skármeta, quote from The Postman

“اسمعي يا عزيزتي، إذا خلطتِ بين الشعر والسياسة فستحبلين قبل أن يرف جفنكِ.”
― Antonio Skármeta, quote from The Postman

“عندنما يتعلّق الأمر بجرّ فتاة إلى الفراش لا فرق بين ليبرالي أو كاهن أو شاعر شيوعي. الشعراء هم الأسوأ.”
― Antonio Skármeta, quote from The Postman

“¡La poesía no es de quien la escribe, sino de quien la usa!”
― Antonio Skármeta, quote from The Postman

“... la muchacha más hermosa que recordara haber visto, incluidas actrices, acomodadoras de cine, peluqueras, colegialas, turistas y vendedoras de discos.”
― Antonio Skármeta, quote from The Postman

“Hubo una vez un poeta que se enamoró de una tal Beatriz. Las Beatrices producen amores inconmesurables.”
― Antonio Skármeta, quote from The Postman

“-Beatriz. Me la quedé mirando, y me enamoré de ella.
Neruda se rascó su plácida calvicie con el dorso del lápiz.
-Tan rápido.
-No, tan rápido no. Me la quedé mirando como diez minutos.”
― Antonio Skármeta, quote from The Postman

“...una muchacha de unos diecisiete años con un pelo castaño enrulado y deshecho por la brisa, unos ojos marrones tristes y seguros, rotundos como ciruelas, un cuello que se deslizaba hacia unos senos maliciosamente oprimidos por esa camiseta blanca con dos números menos de los precisos, dos pezones, aunque cubiertos, alborotadores, y una cintura de esas que se cogen para bailar tango hasta que la madrugada y el vino se agotan.”
― Antonio Skármeta, quote from The Postman

“Mario mantuvo su mirada en los ojos de ella y durante medio minuto intentó que su cerebro lo dotara de las informaciones mínimas para sobrevivir el trauma que lo oprimía: quién soy, dónde estoy, cómo se respira, cómo se habla.”
― Antonio Skármeta, quote from The Postman

“junio de 1969 dos motivos tan afortunados”
― Antonio Skármeta, quote from The Postman

“Nada más que en la mayonesa se gastaron catorce huevos, e incluso se encomendó a Pablo Neftalí la delicada misión de espiar a la gallina castellana y tararear «Venceremos», cuando ésta depusiera su huevo diario para quebrarlo ante ese manjar amarillo que estaba resultando espeso gracias a que”
― Antonio Skármeta, quote from The Postman

“Nada más que en la mayonesa se gastaron catorce huevos, e incluso se encomendó a Pablo Neftalí la delicada misión de espiar a la gallina castellana y tararear «Venceremos», cuando ésta depusiera su huevo diario para quebrarlo ante ese manjar amarillo que estaba resultando espeso gracias a que ninguna de las mujeres menstruaba esa tarde. No”
― Antonio Skármeta, quote from The Postman

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