The Sea
My father worked in Ballymore and came down in the evenings on the train, in a wordless fury,...
Tag: age
Love In The Time Of Cholera
The years of immobilized waiting, of hoping for good luck, were behind him, but on the horizon he could see nothing more than the unfathomable sea of imaginary illnesses, the drop-by-drop urinations of sleepless nights, the daily death at twilight. He thought that all the moments in the day, which had once been his allies and sworn accomplices, were beginning to conspire against him.
