"...to enclose the present moment; to make it stay; to fill it fuller and fuller, with the past, the present and the future, until it shone, whole, bright, deep with understanding."

Virgina Woolf, The Years


13.2.12

Love and marriage



They go together like a horse and carriage, dice la canción. But why? Why must all loves end up in marriage? Plus, a horse and a carriage... it ain't a very appealing metaphor, if you ask me. Además, ya decía el nada buen Sabina: ayer Julieta denunciaba a Romeo por malos tratos en el juzgado.

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