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.



54 Leicester 2000

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Y la vida, ahí, atrás, agazapada, esperando a que un día sea realizada por fin

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