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.



29 Richmond 1993

Larga espera, puesta en escena
camino Nashvill y Atlanta, guitarras y fuego
podía haber tenido 17 años

Waiting for, as a performance
on the road to Nashvil or Atlanta, guitars and fire
I wished I was seventeen.

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