“Poison or elixir, narcotic or aphrodisiac, whatever it was, this flower, relic of a day in the life of an accidental writer, an inadvertent counterfeiter leaving his traces in code, the birds were coming to try it, performing a dance for no one and flying up toward the moon.” TryingFlowerMoonBirdLeavingFlyingCodePerformingPoisonRelicsNarcoticsAphrodisiacElixir Author:Cesar Aira
“A few birds flew out from the mountains and glided for a while without sound. Standing out against the sky on high slopes beyond a range of low hills, they saw an endless herd of deer, rendered mute by distance. The landscape was reminiscent of a cardboard cutout, but on a huge scale, which gave the impression they were the ones who had become miniatures...All three of them were equally lost.” ThreeLostSoundSawsSkyHugeMountainLowsBirdStandingDistanceScalesEndlessImpressionHillsLandscapeRangeStanding OutFlewHerdsDeerMuteSlopesMiniatures Book:The Hare Source: The Hare