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.



16 ó 11c1

Algunas veces sentí soledad y aburrido dormitaba en los parques.

San Francisco 2000

Some times I felt loneliness and bored I take an uneven siestas in parks.

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