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Neither of us says the word love, not once. It would be tempting fate; it would be romance, bad luck.

All that I can hope for is a reconstruction: the way love feels is always only approximate.

That kind of love comes and goes and is hard to remember afterwards, like pain.

Maybe boredom is erotic, when women do it, for men.

We lived in the gaps between the stories.

We lived, as usual, by ignoring. Ignoring isn't the same as ignorance, you have to work at it.

"Ni siquiera soy yo cuando era joven. Nadie va a pisotearme, ni por esto ni por nada."