Si
ocurre, ocurre, si no, no. Nunca sabes lo que va a ocurrir. Y el
momento en que creas que sí, es el momento en el que no sabes nada. Esto
es lo que llamamos una paradoja. (Paul Auster - Smoke)
t's such a sad old feeling, the fields are soft and green, it's memories that I'm stealing, but you're innocent when you dream I made a golden promise that we would never part, I gave my love a locket and then I broke her heart... Tom Waits (Innocent when you dream)
