Qué pasaba en el mundo que nadie conocía la mano fugitiva de amante en el olvido que iba dejando un reguero de adioses inútiles desde la ventanilla de cristales virados de un tren inagural que atravesó silbando los sembrados de hierbas de olor.

-Gabriel García Márquez

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