It'll never be known how this has to be told,
in the first person or in the second,
using the third person plural or continually inventing modes that will serve for nothing.
If one might say: I will see the moon rose,
or: we hurt me at the back of my eyes,
and especially you the blond woman that was the clouds that race before my your his our yours their faces.
What the hell.
Words: opening lines of Julio Cortazar's Blow Up
Images: Yago Hortal
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Sunday, July 24, 2011
Blow-Up
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