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“Uno se acostumbra a estar perdido. Es algo así como vagar por el espacio y flotar en medio de la nada. Al principio aturde, buscas desesperadamente tocar tierra firme, encontrarte, pero supongo que en algún momento dejas de sentir vértigo y piensas que en realidad no se está tan mal viviendo en un inmenso y oscuro vacío, porque puedes cerrar los ojos, puedes olvidar cómo era la sensación de estar anclado a algo, a alguien o al mundo. Puedes, sencillamente, dejar de ser.”

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Book:Nosotros en la Luna
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