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“Las partes feas no desaparecen si miras a otro lado. Las equivocaciones no se borran con goma. Lo que se guarda ocupa un espacio limitado y acaba por desbordarse. O puede que no, y esa posibilidad es aún peor. Entregarte a la inercia. Cerrar los ojos, taparte los oídos y morderte la lengua, hasta que olvides cómo funcionan esos sentidos y los otros terminen por diluirse como niebla en el viento.”

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Book:Cuando no queden más estrellas que contar

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