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.



049 Fuegos

La noche de los fuegos, fuegos para recordar el pasado, fuegos para olvidar y fuego para un aparente nuevo comienzo. Cenizas y carbonilla,los restos con los que se nutre el presente que nos supera.

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