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.



006 Tango

Fue un lunes en el cine Barria, el día más fácil para entrar sin la edad suficiente. Era un reestreno allá por el verano del 82. Casi no recuerdo nada de la película, la mantequilla, una rata, la busqueda de piel en los planos escabrosos. Del contenido era lunes, verano, sin edad, infinito.

Ultimo tango a Parigi, Bernardo Bertolucci 1972
It was Monday a cinema Barria, the day easier to enter without old enough. There was a second opening in the summer of 82. Hardly remember anything of the film, butter, a rat, skin in search of the rugged shoot. About content, was Monday, summer, without age, infinite.

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