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.



032 Boat

Es el día de la fiesta
No sé que habrá
Es el día de la fiesta por la tarde
No sé que suceder
á
Es la tarde del día de la fiesta

Risas y alegrías hasta la caida de la noche


And the happiness remember the cliff over the kiss or some party loses in some turn of the little deep past.

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