Consigo sacar el insecto de la habitación y se queda en la persiana. Llueve sobre el monte y la autovía. Dentro del coche, en la exposición, cantos yanomani. Un largo viaje sin ningun silencio.
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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.
Doris Lessing in The Golden Notebook.
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