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“La vida es un pequeño espacio de luz entre dos nostalgias: la de lo que aún no has vivido y la de lo que ya no vas a poder vivir. Y el momento justo de la acción es tan confuso, tan resbaladizo y tan efímero que lo desperdicias mirando con aturdimiento alrededor.”

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Book:La carne
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La carne

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Rosa Montero

Rosa Montero, born on January 3, 1951, is a Spanish author known for her works in various literary genres, including novels, essays, and plays. Her writing is celebrated for its profound character development and rich imagination. more

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