“En memoria de Paulina” is a short story by Bioy Casares included in the anthology The Celestial Plot The story is written in first person. The author is in love. Get this from a library! En memoria de Paulina. [Alejandro Areal Vélez; Cecilia Biagni; Marcelo Silva; Luis Rubio; Leandro Bardach; Adolfo Bioy Casares;]. When he tells his friend, Morgan, about seeing Paulina, Morgan informs him that Montaro Included Work: Bioy Casares, Adolfo En memoria de Paulina.
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I got up at half past seven, took a long bath paukina slowly got dressed. Then I found myself in front of the mirror, thinking: Notify me of follow-up comments via email. Grace Lima rated it it was amazing Apr 26, There lurked the fear that the memories of her might be too vivid once I was home.
En memoria de Paulina
Paulina said to me: When curious onlookers began to gather, he threw her into a rental car and took off. She came back from the dead in order to love me. I made a bit of coffee, drank two or three cups, and nibbled at the end of a piece of bread. Having already drunk all the milk, he now proceeded to scoop up the pieces of bread from the bottom of the bowl.
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I wanted to ask her to explain … Suddenly, my ingratitude frightened me. Paulina, in other times, would not have betrayed anyone.
But there I still heard his clear, ceremonious, and implacable voice relating incomprehensible facts with the monstrous and persuasive conviction that they were familiar to me. She returned from the dead enn fulfill her destiny. Terrified, I wanted to take another look at those memories. At the entrance, I ran into the concierge.
I gazed at her face, her smile, her eyes. I selected an image from that evening, Paulina before the smooth dark profundity of the mirror, and I tried to summon it. Montero followed her and waited for her in the garden.
To create a new comment, use the form below. Refresh and try again. I wanted to talk to Paulina.
I looked at the clock: Carolina rated casarws really liked it Feb 25, You can either use the [ Trackback URL ] for this entry, or link to your response directly. Just a moment while we sign you in to your Goodreads account. It had occurred two years ago. They drove the whole night through the Costanera and the lakes, and pqulina dawn, at a certain Hotel del Tigre, he killed her with a bullet.
Then, like lightning, I touched upon the truth. The mirror reappeared, surrounded by angels and garlands of wood, with Paulina in the center and the little horse at the right. Bily film The Talented Mr.
It was a day as clear as crystal and very cold. References will be subject to editor approval before appearing. Goodreads helps you keep track of books you want to read. There, for me, she had not changed. And these, in turn, confirm the truth.
I recalled disheveled hair, pleated clothes, the vague surrounding shadows. It was just a simple shower. I have been jealous.
This was when I asked Morgan:. At the time that it occurred, the vision did not seem strange. Very soon thereafter, I decided against it: Jun 01, Carla rated it liked it Shelves: Guido Gelman rated it really liked it Jul 23, This had not happened the night before this morning, but on the night before my trip to Europe. Me gusta el azul, me gustan las uvas, me gusta el hielo, me gustan las rosas, me gustan los caballos blancos. Perhaps it reflected her, if in a brief and vague way.
Instead, the horse was clearly reared up on the library shelf. Was I in love with a blind projection of my desires and dislikes? Memory and imagination are capricious faculties: Doubtless he thought that my lack of knowledge only encompassed that one detail, but because he liked to talk, he told me everything that had occurred.
I was thankful for this separation that interrupted my habit of seeing her, now more beautiful than ever. He asked me, as he always had:.
Never had we been so close. Many images, inspired by unavoidable energy, passed between my closed eyes.