Oh, life, life!” Bastidas complained, sipping his drink. “What is life? A little flame at the tip of a candle, exposed to a strong wind.
—Julio Ramón
No concibo mi vida más que como un encadenamiento de muertes sucesivas. Arrastro tras de mí los cadáveres de todas mis ilusiones, de todas mis vocaciones perdidas.
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