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.



044 Out

Tarde de placer
tarde de paseo
tarde de danza
andar sin rumbo con el tiempo limitado
a ratos un silencio impenetrable
la historia que se repite
y como no podía ser de otra forma la canción que suena...

Beatriz Gazquez
Robert Jackson
Nelida Ranero
Ana Revuelta
Itziar Madariaga

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