Hoy murio el gran escritor Mario Benedetti, en su homenaje adjunto unas lineas suyas...
llorar,
sólo llorar,
entonces su sonrisa
si todavia existe
se vuelve un arco iris.
“I record my life, sifting and trying to separate what is real from what I’ve dreamed. I have decided not to tell you what is fact versus what is unfact primarily because (a) I am giving you a portrait of the essence of me. come with me, reader.
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