EL ALMOHADON DE PLUMAS HORACIO QUIROGA PDF

Editorial Reviews. About the Author. Horacio Quiroga, (Salto, – Buenos Aires, ) Narrador uruguayo radicado en Argentina, considerado uno de los. INTERTEXTUALITIES IN HORACIO QUIROGA’S. EL ALMOHAD6N DE conflicts and tensions in the intertext of EI almohadon de plumas that enhance the. Esto es un cortometraje y adaptacion del cuento El almohadón de plumas del escritor Horacio Quiroga. Producción: Taller de FotoPeriodismo – Puerto Rico.

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All the lights remained mournfully on in the room and in the living room.

The doctors returned in vain. If not, who is this translation credited to? Joel rated it liked it Feb 15, She smiled and took the hand of her husband between her own and caressed it for half an hour, trembling.

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Finally one day she managed to make it to the garden supported against the arm of her husband. However, she had thrown a veil over her old dreams, and still lived in the hostile house as if asleep, without wanting to think about anything until her husband came home. Your translation does bring that Poe-esque quality to the story. Open Preview See a Problem?

To see what your friends thought of this book, please sign up. For three months—they had been married in April—they lived a special kind of joy. Email required Address never made public. The whiteness of the silent patio—friezes, columns, and marble statues— produced an autumnal impression of an enchanted palace. During the day her sickness never advanced, but each morning she woke up livid, in and out of consciousness.

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In this strange love nest Alicia spent the whole autumn. Lists with This Book. Walter Oswaldo rated it liked it Dec 05, And without vomiting…I have no idea…If she wakes up tomorrow in the same condition as today, call me immediately.

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Trivia About The Feather Pillo Roberto Montesinos Marin rated it liked it Feb 27, In five days and five nights, Alicia was horaico. Dec 16, Natasha P. Thank you for the kind words.

Allyson rated it liked it Sep 27, Skip to content Stephen Mc. The following morning she awoke faint and without spirit. Only at night did life seem to leave her in new waves of blood.

Inside, the shining glacier of stucco, the tall walls without the slightest feature affirmed the sensation of bleak coldness. He, for his part, loved her profoundly without letting it be seen. To find out more, including how to control cookies, see here: Jordan ran into the room. Lizeth Cuevas rated it liked it Apr 26, Fatima rated it liked it Dec 07, Just a moment while we sign you in to your Goodreads account. Refresh and try again. Without knowing why, Jordan felt his hair stand up. Anemia was diagnosed, completely unexplainable.

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Mina rated it liked it Dec 21, Courtney rated it liked it Nov 01, The servant, returning alone to the room after stripping the bed, looked at the pillow for a moment in surprise.

You are commenting using plums Facebook account. In her final two days she rambled incessantly in a low voice. Always upon waking she had the sensation of a thousand kilos on top of her pinning her to the bed. Lily rated it liked it Oct 21, Suddenly and with profound tenderness, Jordan slowly passed his hand over quirofa head, and Alicia instantly broke down into tears, throwing her arms around his neck.

Later she lost consciousness. The following day Alicia continued to get worse. Books by Horacio Quiroga. Gino rated it liked it Apr 21, It was so swollen that its mouth was barely pronounceable. That was the last day that Alicia was able to raise herself up. There in front of them was a finished life, bleeding out day by day, hour by hour, without even knowing why. Alicia looked at him with empty and fleeting eyes. Notify me of new comments horaccio email.