As if you could pick in love, as if it were not a lightning bolt that splits your bones and leaves you staked out in the — Julio Cortázar, Hopscotch
As if you could pick in love, as if it were not a lightning bolt that splits your bones and leaves you staked out in the — Julio Cortázar, Hopscotch
As if you could pick in love, as if it were not a lightning bolt that splits your bones and leaves you staked out in the — Julio Cortázar, Hopscotch
As if you could pick in love, as if it were not a lightning bolt that splits your bones and leaves you staked out in the — Julio Cortázar, Hopscotch
As if you could pick in love, as if it were not a lightning bolt that splits your bones and leaves you staked out in the — Julio Cortázar, Hopscotch
As if you could pick in love, as if it were not a lightning bolt that splits your bones and leaves you staked out in the — Julio Cortázar, Hopscotch
As if you could pick in love, as if it were not a lightning bolt that splits your bones and leaves you staked out in the — Julio Cortázar, Hopscotch
As if you could pick in love, as if it were not a lightning bolt that splits your bones and leaves you staked out in the — Julio Cortázar, Hopscotch
As if you could pick in love, as if it were not a lightning bolt that splits your bones and leaves you staked out in the — Julio Cortázar, Hopscotch
As if you could pick in love, as if it were not a lightning bolt that splits your bones and leaves you staked out in the — Julio Cortázar, Hopscotch
As if you could pick in love, as if it were not a lightning bolt that splits your bones and leaves you staked out in the — Julio Cortázar, Hopscotch
As if you could pick in love, as if it were not a lightning bolt that splits your bones and leaves you staked out in the — Julio Cortázar, Hopscotch
As if you could pick in love, as if it were not a lightning bolt that splits your bones and leaves you staked out in the — Julio Cortázar, Hopscotch
As if you could pick in love, as if it were not a lightning bolt that splits your bones and leaves you staked out in the — Julio Cortázar, Hopscotch
As if you could pick in love, as if it were not a lightning bolt that splits your bones and leaves you staked out in the — Julio Cortázar, Hopscotch
As if you could pick in love, as if it were not a lightning bolt that splits your bones and leaves you staked out in the — Julio Cortázar, Hopscotch
As if you could pick in love, as if it were not a lightning bolt that splits your bones and leaves you staked out in the — Julio Cortázar, Hopscotch
As if you could pick in love, as if it were not a lightning bolt that splits your bones and leaves you staked out in the — Julio Cortázar, Hopscotch
As if you could pick in love, as if it were not a lightning bolt that splits your bones and leaves you staked out in the — Julio Cortázar, Hopscotch
As if you could pick in love, as if it were not a lightning bolt that splits your bones and leaves you staked out in the — Julio Cortázar, Hopscotch
As if you could pick in love, as if it were not a lightning bolt that splits your bones and leaves you staked out in the — Julio Cortázar, Hopscotch
As if you could pick in love, as if it were not a lightning bolt that splits your bones and leaves you staked out in the — Julio Cortázar, Hopscotch
As if you could pick in love, as if it were not a lightning bolt that splits your bones and leaves you staked out in the — Julio Cortázar, Hopscotch
As if you could pick in love, as if it were not a lightning bolt that splits your bones and leaves you staked out in the — Julio Cortázar, Hopscotch
As if you could pick in love, as if it were not a lightning bolt that splits your bones and leaves you staked out in the — Julio Cortázar, Hopscotch
As if you could pick in love, as if it were not a lightning bolt that splits your bones and leaves you staked out in the — Julio Cortázar, Hopscotch
As if you could pick in love, as if it were not a lightning bolt that splits your bones and leaves you staked out in the — Julio Cortázar, Hopscotch
As if you could pick in love, as if it were not a lightning bolt that splits your bones and leaves you staked out in the — Julio Cortázar, Hopscotch
As if you could pick in love, as if it were not a lightning bolt that splits your bones and leaves you staked out in the — Julio Cortázar, Hopscotch
As if you could pick in love, as if it were not a lightning bolt that splits your bones and leaves you staked out in the — Julio Cortázar, Hopscotch
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As if you could pick in love, as if it were not a lightning bolt that splits your bones and leaves you staked out in the middle of the courtyard. (...) You don't pick out the rain that soaks you to the skin when you come out of a concert.

— Julio Cortázar, Hopscotch
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