“That night when he went back to his hotel, he wept for his dead children and all the other castrated boys, for his own lost youth, for those who were young no longer and those who died young, for those who fought for Salvador Allende and those who were too scared to fight.”

— Roberto Bolaño , book Last Evenings on Earth

Mauricio ('The Eye') Silva
Last Evenings on Earth (2006)

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