Δεν σας αρέσει; Δεν πειράζει! Μπορείτε αν θέλετε να κάνετε επιστροφή εντός 30 ημερών.
Δεν θα κάνετε ποτέ λάθος με μια δωροεπιταγή. Χαρίστε στους αγαπημένους σας την επιλογή να διαλέξουν οι ίδιοι οτιδήποτε από τη συλλογή μας.
I think they shook hands. One of them hugged the other. I tend to imagine more than I see. They must have exchanged some of those common phrases like: "e;Hello, Borges!"e;; "e;How are you, Sabato?"e;My duty as a witness is to record the words accurately. But anyone (any writer or artist) has always dreamed of such a moment, and it's better to share feelings, not words. I know they're coming slowly down the hallway, one arm in the other's. The crutch is swinging in Borges's hand. I see two shadows and behind them two men, and in the shadows and the men, I see love and death, struggle and art life before my eyes. I don't care that they didn't welcome me (I can bear the thought that if I had left at that moment, they wouldn't have noticed). The tape recorder starts playing.