Me diste Cortazar,
me diste Saccheri,
me diste jardines,
me diste rio,
me diste bicis,
verano,
Ainda,
tortillas,
poemas,
me diste Hijos Únicos,
me diste comedia.
Me diste besos,
puchos y fuego,
me diste abrazos,
me diste caricias,
me diste tu mano,
te di la mia.
Pero no alcanzó.
"Actual happiness always looks pretty squalid in comparison with the over-compensations for misery. And, of course, stability isn't nearly so spectacular as instability. And being contented has none of the glamour of a good fight against misfortune, none of the picturesqueness of a struggle with temptation, or a fatal overthrow by passion or doubt. Happiness is never grand." -Brave New World, Aldous Huxley
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