Donde no hay nada escrito puede escribirse cualquier cosa. No era la nada, el vacío, lo que me esperaba. Era el todo. Yo escogía. Donde me cerré tantas puertas, de pronto las encontraba todas abiertas

-Elísabet Benavent

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