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Clara Cortés
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in Madrid, Spain
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September 2012
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Al final de la calle 118
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published
2015
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6 editions
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EnamorADA
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Clementine
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published
2019
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2 editions
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The Lucky Ones
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2022
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Cosas que escribiste sobre el fuego
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2016
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Somos astronautas
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2020
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Feliz Covidad
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2020
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Pájaro azul
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2018
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El sol allá arriba
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2023
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a glance away
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2018
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“Los libros son diferentes para cada persona que los lee, pero a la vez son iguales para todo el mundo y a ellos no les importa quién eres, o dónde vives, o quién es tu familia.”
― Al final de la calle 118
― Al final de la calle 118
“Si yo nunca digo nada es porque de nada sirve. Sería como tirar una bengala al aire y pretender que eclipsase mínimamente las estrellas.”
― Al final de la calle 118
― Al final de la calle 118
“Tu cuerpo necesita algo frío. En eso consiste todo. Tu cuerpo necesita el frío e intenta crearlo, porque no lo encuentra en ninguna parte. Tu cabeza no puede ser, porque es de donde sale el calor, así que se centra en otros órganos. En el estómago. En el hígado. En los pulmones. Y, poco a poco, te das cuenta de que tu cuerpo arde por fuera, pero que estás helado por dentro. Tu cabeza está siempre alerta y se prepara para todas las posibilidades, pero cuando cierras los ojos siempre hay fondos blancos con líneas negras que se mueven en todas direcciones y, cuando coges aire, nunca es suficiente porque hay demasiadas cosas que podrían salir mal, y abres la boca y aún te cabe más aire que no eres capaz de coger, y no sabes qué hacer para conseguirlo, para conseguir eso o para conseguir nada, porque nunca eres el mejor. Nunca eres suficiente. Nunca sabes cómo moverte o qué decir o qué hacer y te da la sensación de que todos lo saben y
así es como se siente la ansiedad.”
― Cosas que escribiste sobre el fuego
así es como se siente la ansiedad.”
― Cosas que escribiste sobre el fuego
“I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead;
I lift my lids and all is born again.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)”
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I lift my lids and all is born again.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)”
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“Yes, I was infatuated with you: I am still. No one has ever heightened such a keen capacity of physical sensation in me. I cut you out because I couldn't stand being a passing fancy. Before I give my body, I must give my thoughts, my mind, my dreams. And you weren't having any of those.”
― The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath
― The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath
“I'm in love with you," he said quietly.
"Augustus," I said.
"I am," he said. He was staring at me, and I could see the corners of his eyes crinkling. "I'm in love with you, and I'm not in the business of denying myself the simple pleasure of saying true things. I'm in love with you, and I know that love is just a shout into the void, and that oblivion is inevitable, and that we're all doomed and that there will come a day when all our labor has been returned to dust, and I know the sun will swallow the only earth we'll ever have, and I am in love with you.”
― The Fault in Our Stars
"Augustus," I said.
"I am," he said. He was staring at me, and I could see the corners of his eyes crinkling. "I'm in love with you, and I'm not in the business of denying myself the simple pleasure of saying true things. I'm in love with you, and I know that love is just a shout into the void, and that oblivion is inevitable, and that we're all doomed and that there will come a day when all our labor has been returned to dust, and I know the sun will swallow the only earth we'll ever have, and I am in love with you.”
― The Fault in Our Stars
“Things change. And friends leave. Life doesn't stop for anybody.”
― The Perks of Being a Wallflower
― The Perks of Being a Wallflower
