All stories, even the ones we love, must eventually come to an end. And when they do, it’s only an opportunity for another story to begin.
Me lleno, me nutro, y de repente, me vacio, asi muy de repente, algo, una frase, un comentario, una anecdota, y quedo desertica,muda, cerrada. Pero se muy bien que despues de un rato, me abro, para volverme a llenar, a nutrirme...
“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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