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Sábado, 7 de junio de 2014. 191;Feliz día del periodista? Enviar por correo electrónico. Viernes, 20 de julio de 2012. El néctar de la locura. Me acercaba cada vez más a mi casa, los únicos rostros que veía eran los que pasaban pegados a las ventanillas de esos casi vacíos colectivos. Todos ellos, desde su asiento, a través de los vidrios asquerosamente empañados, posaban sus miradas en mí. Por qué justo esa noche? Enviar por correo electrónico. Miércoles, 18 de julio de 2012.
Time is a sort of river of passing events, and strong is its current; no sooner is a thing brought to sight than it is swept by and another takes its place, and this too will be swept away. Monday, November 20, 2006. Were does the road take us. I just want my ever after. Sunday, November 19, 2006.
If you board the wrong train, it is no use running along the corridor in the other direction. Thursday, February 02, 2006. Eleanor read his email again. Tears trickled down and she began to sob uncontrollably. You are always on my mind, I assure you. And please reply my mail. Elliot was in a dilemma. Thursday, January 26, 2006.
Viernes, 31 de octubre de 2008. En algún sitio recóndito del universo el dado es arrojado por una fuerza ancestral. Es un dado perfecto, inagotable, invencible. Los habitantes de los mundos cercanos, dicen que los números fueron reemplazados por una simbología extraña que no saben comprender. Un solo y único dado que decide que mi destino sea éste y no aquél. Sábado, 4 de octubre de 2008. Cómo podía siquiera pensar en eliminarla de su vida, de sus recuerdos? Cómo podía haber creído en toda esa farsa? .
Tuesday, October 23, 2012.
Sunday, August 28, 2011. Certainly, this had not come as a complete surprise. All these reflections occurred to him as half-formed ideas, grey misshapen ghosts floating in his mind, refusing and repelling the confines of the square boundaries of words. He knew how it had all begun. He had been sitting on the polished marble steps of the front porch one summer morning when the very notion crept into his conscious. Why should we have to be trapped within our individual selves? And the fantasy had begun.