The inscription could be seen on the glass door of a small shop, but naturally this was only the way if you were inside the dimly lit shop, looking out at the street through the plateglass dor. Outside, it was a gray, cold, rainy november morning. The rain ran down the glass and over the ornate letters.
Unknown "Alfredito" Sparkling - 16 years, 1 month, 2 days ago

The universe (which others call the Library) is composed of an indefinite, perhaps infinite numbers of hexagonal galleries. In the center of each gallery is a ventilation shaft, bounded by a low railing. From any hexagon one can see the floors above and below, one after another, endlessly...
Unknown "Alfredito" Sparkling - 16 years, 3 months, 26 days ago

"Welcome to my house. Come freely. Go safely; and leave something oh happiness you bring"...
Unknown "Alfredito" Sparkling - 16 years, 3 months, 26 days ago

Siempre imaginé que la crónica de mi vida, si acaso alguna vez llegaba a escribirla, tendría una primera fase excelente, algo lírico (...) La mejor, a mi modo de ver, es el comienzo de 'El buen soldado', de Ford Madox Ford, "Este es el relato más triste que nunca he oído". Docenas de veces lo habré leído y sigue dejándome patidifuso...
Unknown "Alfredito" Sparkling - 16 years, 4 months ago

Once when I was six years old I saw a beautiful picture in a book about the primeval forest called 'True Stories'. I showed a boa constrictor swallowing an animal... I then reflected deeply upon the adventures in the jungle and in turn succeeded in making my first drawing with a color pencil...
Unknown "Alfredito" Sparkling - 16 years, 4 months, 2 days ago