Desire – Eduardo Galeano

“Life was alone, no name, no memory; it had hands, but no one to touch. It had a tongue, but no one to talk to. Life was one, and one was none. Then Desire drew his bow. The arrow of desire split life down the middle, and life was two. When they caught sight of each other, they laughed. When they touched each other, they laughed again.”

– Eduardo Galeano

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