Svaki nered se opravdava ako teži da izađe iz sebe, možda se kroz ludilo može dospjeti do razuma koji neće biti onaj razum čiji je nedostatak ludilo.
Julio CortázarAntes de caer en la nada con el último diástole
Julio CortázarYou look at me, you look at me closely, each time closer and then we play cyclops, we look at each other closer each time and our eyes grow, they grow closer, they overlap and the cyclops look at each other, breathing confusion, their mouths find each other and fight warmly, biting with their lips, resting their tongues lightly on their teeth, playing in their caverns where the heavy air comes and goes with the scent of an old perfume and silence. Then my hands want to hide in your hair, slowly stroke the depth of your hair while we kiss with mouths full of flowers or fish, of living movements, of dark fragrance. And if we bite each other, the pain is sweet, and if we drown in a short and terrible surge of breath, that instant death is beauty. And there is a single saliva and a single flavour of ripe fruit, and I can feel you shiver against me like a moon on the water.
Julio CortázarMúsica! Melancólico alimento para los que vivimos de amor.
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Come sleep with me: We won't make Love, Love will make us.
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La Maga did not know that my kisses were like eyes which began to open up beyond her, and that I went along outside as if I saw a different concept of the world, the dizzy pilot of a black prow which cut the water of time and negated it.
Julio CortázarOnce in a while it happens that I vomit up a bunny... it's not reason for one to blush and isolate oneself and to walk around keeping one's mouth shut.
Julio Cortázar... mi maligna manera de entender el mundo me ayudaba a reirme por lo bajo...
Julio CortázarNada era difícil una vez decidido, un tren nocturno, un primer barco, otro barco viejo y sucio, la escala en Rynos, la negociación interminable con el capitán de la falúa, la noche en el puente, pegado a las estrellas, el sabor de anís y del carnero, el amanecer entre las islas.
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Kada otvorim vrata i pojavim se na stepeništu, znaću da dole počinje ulica. Ali ne kalup, unapred prihvaćen, niti dobro poznate kuće, ni onaj hotel preko puta, nego ulica, gaj pun života, gde svaki trenutak može pasti na mene u obliku cveta magnolije, i gde će se lica rađati pod mojim pogledom, kada učinim sledeći korak, kada laktovima i trepavicama i noktima razbijem masu staklene cigle, i reskiram svoj život da bih korak po korak otišao i skupio novine na uglu.
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