“Parece que el aire está lleno siempre de gritos… Y eso es culpa de las cosas, que están asfixiadas, doloridas, cargadas de tristeza. Por lo demás, no te forjes novelas: ni nuestras discusiones ni nuestros gritos tienen causa, ni conducen a un fin… ¿Qué te has empezado a imaginar de nosotros?”
Quote by Carmen Laforet
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