-This is what is called speaking. I believe that is the term. When words come out, fly into the air, live for a moment, and die. Strange, is it not? I myself have no opinion. No and no again. But still, there are words you will need to have. There are many of them. Many millions I think.
Perhaps only three or four-.
Paul Auster, City of Glass
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si estás visitando la tierra de Haroldo...
!qué la amada idolatrada te trate bien¡
bueno che...podia ser que estuvieramos cerca...hablamos el mismo idioma!
Feliz año!
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