Recuerdo que las tardes de domingo no podía dejar de pensar en ella, el amanecer.
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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.
Víctor González-Rubio
vgr1966@terra.es
La historia es una hija bastarda de la estupidez humana.
Ryszard Kapuscinski
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