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Nuestra parte de noche

Book by Mariana Enríquez · 7 quotes · Amour, Horreur, Birth

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“It's like we're all going up a flight of stairs together and at a certain point I say 'this is as far as I go'. And on that step, higher up, they're all happy and I watch them from below. Had he always been like that? It wasn't shyness or reserve or adolescence, as other people thought. He wasn't going to get over it. He could dance when he was alone, he could get emotional in his room with a book, but when the party started he disconnected, the others turned into a movie that he could watch but not participate in. So he acted like he was invisible, which wasn't hard when everyone was drunk. And he withdrew into his room, where he felt the purest kind of relief.”

“Vicky hated complicated births because the families never understood. They got angry, they blamed the doctors for the woman bleeding out, for the breached baby, or, in the best cases, for the emergency C-section. They didn't understand the simple explanation that these things happened, that it was nature, that women had died of childbirth for centuries. They couldn't understand that a birth wasn't some sacred experience, all that hocus pocus. These doctors ruining their bliss. She detested relatives.”

“Va-t’en, mon amour, a-t-il dit. Laisse-moi. Moi, je ne peux pas partir, mais toi oui, tu peux échapper à tout ça, à moi, à eux. Il n’y a rien, Rosario, ce sont des champs de mort et de folie. Je suis la porte qui mène à ce néant et que je ne peux pas fermer. Il n’y a rien à chercher, rien à comprendre. - Je ne te quitterai jamais. Demande-moi autre chose. - Si tu ne pars pas, alors ne me laisse pas seul. Même si tu meurs, Hante moi comme un fantôme, haunt me. - Evidemment. Je ferais n’importe quoi pour toi.”

“Cet homme, qui ne peut pas être mon père, doit partir, pensa Gaspar. - Je suis vidé. - Non. Non. Je veux que tu me dises où est mon père. - Il est là. Il est toujours là. Gaspar entendit ses pas approcher et leva son bras qui n’était pas blessé. Ne me fais plus mal, je t’en supplie, dit-il. Juan s’assit par terre, à côté de lui. Gaspar renifla son odeur, la reconnut. - Tu es ce que j’aime le plus au monde, Gaspar. - Alors qu’est-ce qui t’arrive ? Tue-moi, papa, s’il te plaît, je n’ai pas peur.”