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1 " Rootlessness had no color, however. It makes no difference to live in one place or another and being born here or there was an accident. One was a chameleon, countries and people mere scenery. "
― Juan Gabriel Vásquez , Lovers on All Saints' Day: Stories
2 " At any moment we'd look each other in the eye and understand there was no longer any solution. That's what I was expecting: a blow, painless and sharp. Then, as difficult as the moment might be, we'd each start over again on our own. And it would all, undoubtedly, be best for both of us. "
3 " Abandonar un país era un juego de niños. Un trueque de colores y no de vida. El desarraigo no tenía color, en cambio. A uno le daba igual vivir en cualquier parte y nacer aquí o allá era un accidente. Uno era un camaleón, los países y la gente meros decorados. Tal "