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.



029 27

El otoño que no llega en estas tardes de luz que seguiremos recordando.

The autumn never arrives in these evenings light that we will remember.

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