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.



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El sol y un poco de lluvia, el tiempo que se deja perder, un pequeño
rincón para encontrar.

Málaga 2006

Small rain and the sun, when the time spends a littel corner found.

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