-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
1 Comments:
La verdad que fácil está esto de irse al campo ahora... tal vez en un futuro los pacifistas prefieran la "vida relajada de la ciudad", jaja!
Se vemo Chiquilín, muy lindo lo suyo, lo leo siempre.
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