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Editions for The Feather Pillow / El almohadón de plumas: (Kindle Edition), (), (), (Paperback by Horacio Quiroga First published July 10th Horacio Quiroga () is regarded as one of the originators of Latin America’s short story. El almohadón de plumas. El almohadón de plumas. Editorial Reviews. About the Author. Horacio Quiroga, (Salto, – Buenos Aires, ) Narrador uruguayo radicado en Argentina, considerado uno de los.

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The young girl, with her eyes excessively open, did nothing but look back and forth at the carpet to both sides of her bedhead. The carpet drowned out his steps. Lily rated it liked it Oct 21, Her twilight terrors came now in the form of monsters dragging themselves toward the bed and climbing up her quilt arduously.

Suddenly and with profound tenderness, Jordan slowly passed his hand over her head, and Alicia instantly broke down into tears, throwing her arms around his neck.

Without knowing why, Jordan felt his hair stand up. You are commenting using your Facebook account. The whiteness of the silent patio—friezes, columns, and marble statues— produced an autumnal impression of an enchanted palace.

Anurag Neotia rated it liked it Jun 12, Among her most enduring hallucinations was an anthropoid ape on the rug, resting upon its knuckles with its eyes fixed onto hers. They observed her silently for a while and returned to the dining room. Sabrina Teruel rated it liked it Apr 19, Open Preview See a Problem? This book is not yet featured on Listopia. Later she lost consciousness.


El almohadón de plumas

And without vomiting…I have no idea…If she wakes up ed in the same condition as today, call me immediately. Upon seeing him, Alicia let out a shriek of horror.

Alicia was fading away in a sub delirious state from the anemia, worse in the afternoon but that always let up in the early hours. She came down with a slight attack of influenza that dragged on insidiously for days and days; Alicia never seemed to recover. He, for his part, loved her profoundly without letting it be seen. Published first published July 10th She looked at the carpet, returned her gaze to him and after horacioo long pause of frightened confrontation, she grew calm.

All day long the lights were kept on in the profoundly silent room. In her final two days she rambled incessantly in a low voice. Abigail rated it liked it Apr 18, Courtney rated it liked it Nov 01, Skip to content Stephen Mc.

El almohadón de plumas

Nonetheless, she loved him dearly. Hours would pass without the slightest sound. Carmen rated it liked it Feb 19, My Uruguayan friend is introducing me to the literature of South America. It was not strange then that she grew thin. Inside, the shining glacier of stucco, the tall xe without the slightest feature affirmed the sensation of bleak coldness. Finally one day she managed to make it to the garden supported against the arm of her husband.


In five days and five nights, Alicia was emptied.

MF rated it liked it Apr 14, Always upon waking she had the sensation of a thousand kilos on top of her pinning her to the bed. From time to time he would enter the room and continue his silent pacing along the side of the bed, pausing a moment at each end to look at his wife.

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If not, who is this translation credited to? Leave a Reply Cancel reply Enter your comment here Jordan came over quickly and bent over the bed.

Plkmas was diagnosed, completely unexplainable. Joel rated it liked it Feb 15, Bueno rated it liked it Sep 29, Want to Read saving…. He walked back and forth between the far away walls for hours without stopping, insatiable in his perseverance.

To find out more, including how to control cookies, see here: There in front of them was a finished life, bleeding out day by day, hour by hour, without even knowing why.

During the day her sickness never advanced, but each morning she woke up livid, in and out of consciousness. Over the sheets, between the feathers, slowly moved its hairy legs, it was a monstrous quirga, a slimy and living ball.