Ynes, 1993
The whole house was made of stone. The coffee was sour, the kisses at the door left dry lips, the tired glance as if returning from a thousand cities.
Only your name was a synonym for astonishment.
La vida profana de Evaristo Jiménez (2002)
{ Eduardo Mariño, A la salida del fastuoso recital, Caracas: Monte Ávila Editores, 2009 }
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