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1 " His mother’s skirt moved in front of him like a curtain revealing and hiding the landscape as the cloth blew about in the wind. "
― Selva Almada , El viento que arrasa
2 " Tomorrow. In the evening, we are all optimists. We think that when the light of a new day fills the sky above us, we will be able to change everything and begin afresh. But the next morning we wake up exhausted, tired before we start the day, and we leave it all to tomorrow again. And tomorrow is no longer twenty-four hours long. Tomorrow ends up being years and years of the same misery. I say to you: Tomorrow is now. "