Florentina Ariza had kept his answer ready for fifty-three years, seven months and eleven days and nights. 'Forever,' he said.

The world was reduced to the surface of her skin and her inner self was safe from all bitterness.

One can be in love with several people at the same time, feel the sorrow with each, and not betray any of them.

The rain would not have bothered Fernanda, after all, her whole life had been spent as if it were raining.

In her final years she would still recall the trip that, with the perverse lucidity of nostalgia, became more and more recent in her memory.

The adolescents of my generation, greedy for life, forgot in body and soul about their hopes for the future until reality taught them that tomorrow was not what they had dreamed, and they discovered nostalgia.

I’ve remained a virgin for you.