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.



0035 Promise land

Una niña que hace de Caperucita roja, la primera vez que quiero morir por alguien, se llama Violeta, en el giñol yo era el lobo, muero y desde entonces no puedo jugar mas que con ella. El mundo es casi de color de rosa.

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