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.



0020 Olas

Era otoño y el frío empezaba a clarear con el melodrama de fe, amor y fantasía, juntos en su santa trinidad.
¿Acaso no son lo mismo? para quien se sacrifica y lo pierde todo.

Breaking the waves, 1995, Lars Von Trier

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