Al verla en esa cama de hierro, con los ojos cerrados, los párpados transparentes, cada instante más pálida, respirando con dificultad y conectada a sondas y cables, me volvieron los recuerdos más crueles de tu enfermedad en Madrid.

-Isabel Allende

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