A hand of smoke took his hand, started him downward, if it was downward, showed him a centre, if it was a centre, put it in his stomach, where the vodka was softly making crystal bubbles, some sort of infinitely beautiful and desperate illusion which some time back he had called immortality.
Julio CortazarAbout author
- Author's profession: Writer
- Nationality: argentinian
- Born: August 26, 1914
- Died: February 12, 1984
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