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“Maté un sinfín de personas queridas en mi mente sólo por el placer de sufrirlas. No entiendo porque el amor y el odio ocupan el podio, quizás la nostalgia sea un sentimiento para entendedores: tan compleja y tan incomprendida, tan bonita y tan modesta, ahí, sentada solitariamente en un rincón bebiendo el ponche de los perdedores.”

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Book:Las Cenizas de Ícaro
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Las Cenizas de Ícaro

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