I would not have traded the delights of my suffering for anything in the world.

Once again she shuddered with the evidence that time was not passing, as she had just admitted, but that it was turning in a circle.

In the plenitude of their relationship, Florentina Ariza asked himself which of the two was love: the turbulent bed or the peaceful Sunday afternoons, and Sara Noriega calmed him with the simple argument that love was everything they did naked. She said, 'Spiritual love from the waist up and physical love from the waist down.

He was carrying a suitcase with clothing in order to stay and another just like it with almost two thousand letters that she had written him. They were arranged by date in bundles ties with colored ribbons, and they were all unopened.

He was still too young to know that the heart's memory eliminates the bad and magnifies the good, and that thanks to this artifice we manage to endure the burden of the past.

Nobody is worth crying for, and those that are worth it will not make you cry.

Justice limps along, but gets there all the same.