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“Quién sabe si se creyó un hombre feliz, pero sabía hacernos reír y al mismo tiempo nos contagió pasión por la melancolía. Un hombre así no debería morir temprano. Pero también la bondad tiene plazo. Lo enterramos mi madre, mis hermanos y yo. Pasaron los años y no pasó él. Pasó la vida y su memoria se encandiló en la nuestra.”

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Book:La emoción de las cosas

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