Time had gone, and my memory did not exist, and I was unable to distinguish between what I had invented and what I had known, and I knew that what I had invented was all false.
Doris Lessing in The Golden Notebook.



8

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Deje sus ojos tristes

en una cara preocupada

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Katowice 1988

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I leave her

sad eyes, worry face

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