... he had written her, the first one, the one who left him, a letter telling her how he had never been able to kill it... How when he thought he saw her outside the Regence one time it made him go all faint and sick inside, and that he would follow a woman who looked like her in some way, along the Boulevard, afraid to see it was no she, afraid to lose the feeling it gave him.
Ernest Hemingway - The Snows of Kilimanjaro
Nacho Vegas & Christina Rosenvinge - Ayer te vi
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Hace un par de días empecé "La escala de los mapas" y cuando quise darme cuenta iba con el libro en la mano leyendo por la calle.
Qué forma de escribir, qué libro tan especial, Mr Tambourine! Tus recomendaciones nunca fallan.
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