The only thing he could do to stay alive was not to allow himself the anguish of that memory. He erased it from his mind, although from time to time in the years that were left to him he would feel it revive, with no warning and for no reason, like the sudden pang of an old scar.

It was then that she realized that the yellow butterflies preceded the appearances of Mauricio Babilonia.

Blood circulated through her veins with the fluidity of a song that branched off into the most hidden areas of her body and returned to her heart, purified by love.

No matter what you do this year or in the next hundred, you will be dead forever.

Jealousy knows more than truth does.

nothing in this world was more difficult than love.

Taught him the only thing he had to learn about love: that nobody teaches life anything.