My gift: a piece that I like much of a book by A. Mastreta:
"... I promise to live with intensity and joy, not to give in to the abyss of love, nor fear of it falling over me, nor forgotten, even by the torment of a thwarted passion.
I promise to remember, to know my mistakes, to bless my outbursts. I pledge to forgive the dropouts, not to neglect anything of everything that touches me, dazzle me, I shall break, me happy. Long live
promise, long patience, long stories. And nothing will shorten that to happen, or pain, or ecstasy, that when I am old and delight have the detailed history of my days "
(Mastreta, No eternity as mine).
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