“ We are all hypocrites. We cannot see ourselves or judge ourselves the way we see and judge others. ”
I keep thinkingThat poetry is something else:A form of love that exists only in silence,In a secret place between two people,Almost always between two strangers
~ José Emilio Pacheco
The only thing a person of my age can do is fall in love secretly, silently, likeI had done with Mariana. Fall in love knowing that all is lost and there is no hope.