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Y cuando ya no tengan más nada para decirse o cuando las palabras comiencen a ir por un lado y los pensamientos por el otro, entonces se verá si puede suceder algo que valga la pena recordar cuando seamos viejos.

Jose Saramago

Y cuando ya no tengan más nada para decirse o cuando las palabras comiencen a ir por un lado y los pensamientos por el otro, entonces se verá si puede suceder algo que valga la pena recordar cuando seamos viejos.

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