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I had the unpleasant sensation that I was dreaming. I had already lived my life and was just a ghost hovering in the tepid air of a Saturday evening.
And I no longer remember if, that evening, my name was Jimmy or Pedro, Stern or McEvoy.
She has already turned the corner of the street, and do not our lives dissolve into the evening as quickly as this grief of childhood?
