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.

A man only has the right to look down at another when he helps him to lift himself up.

Nobody teaches life anything.

In that way the long-awaited visit, for which both had prepared questions and had even anticipated answers, was once more the usual everyday conversation.

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.

The truth is that the first changes are so slow they pass almost unnoticed, and you go on seeing yourself as you always were, from the inside, but others observe you from the outside.

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.