Any colour you like

Words, any words, your laughter; and you so lazily and incessantly beautiful. We talked and you have forgotten the words. ... Your profile turned away, the sounds that go to make your name, the lilt of your laughter: these are the illustrious toys you have left me. ...    I must get at you, somehow; I put away those illustrious toys you have left me, I want your hidden look, your real smile -- that lonely, mocking smile your cool mirror knows.

-Well, only got an hour of daylight left. Better get started -Isn't it unsafe to travel at night? -It'll be a lot less safe to stay here. You're father's gunna pick up our trail before long -Can Loca ride? -Yeah, I can ride... Magaret, time to go! Maigret, thank you for everything -Goodbye Chenga -Goodbye miss ... -I'll be back"

Hay que compartir el amor, porque es una fermentación morbosa, se sube pronto a la cabeza y nadie puede consumir a una mujer entera. ¡Kalenda Maya! La fiesta continúa...   Juan José Arreola