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.



27 Madrid 2000

Fuimos de la noche hacia la luz. Aquel septiembre fue especialmente caluroso, pintaba flores y pensaba en nubes.

Music: Chhaiya chhaiya, lyric from the movie Dil Se.
We went from the night into the light. That September was especially warm, he painted flowers and I thought clouds.

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