Oct 17, 2019
Los libros son espejos: sólo se ve en ellos lo que uno ya lleva dentro.
Carlos Ruiz Zafón - La Sombra del viento
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Los libros son espejos: sólo se ve en ellos lo que uno ya lleva dentro.
Carlos Ruiz Zafón - La Sombra del viento
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The truth is that we love life, not because we are used to it, but because we are used to love.
Friedrich Nietzsche.
La ignorancia le resultaba indispensable para la paz del alma.
De amor y de sombra / Isabel Allende.
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Charles Bukowski.
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Even the gods worship jokes.
Platón.
Vendríamos de la mano, media calle, solos, y no diríamos nada, que lo diga la noche, que digan que te quiero las estrellas, los rumores lejanos, la distancia.
Jaime Sabines.