"A todas ellas van también dedicadas estas páginas, con el extraño y alentador afecto que sólo es posible mantener entre personas que no llegan a conocerse nunca".
Soledad Puértolas, en el prólogo de Una enfermedad moral.
Publicado por
Helena Luna
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She lived beneath the
Disco discount store
With pictures of Randy Newman
Scattered all across the floor
I said "This place
Looks sort of desolate"
She said
"Are you only half alive?
Or have you always
Been this inarticulate?"
Oh
Do you want to play?
Song of myself. XXIV
Unscrew the lock from the doors!
Unscrew the doors themselves from their jambs!
Whoever degrades another degrades me,
And whatever is done or said returns at last lo me.
Through me the afflauts surging and surging, through me the current and index.
I will accept nothing which all cannot have their counterpart of on the same terms.
Walt Whitman.
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