There is a time for reciting poems and a time for fists. — Roberto Bolaño, The Savage Detectives
There is a time for reciting poems and a time for fists. — Roberto Bolaño, The Savage Detectives
There is a time for reciting poems and a time for fists. — Roberto Bolaño, The Savage Detectives
There is a time for reciting poems and a time for fists. — Roberto Bolaño, The Savage Detectives
There is a time for reciting poems and a time for fists. — Roberto Bolaño, The Savage Detectives
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There is a time for reciting poems and a time for fists.

— Roberto Bolaño, The Savage Detectives
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