Perhaps it was the flabby stink of seared flesh that was making me feel peculiar; that, and the smoke from the candles on the tables and the borborygmic blarings of the three-piece band.

But rather than citing the serious attitude of local officialdom, as before, he stressed how he had “wound everyone up, the way it’s supposed to be done.

Losing love ones is hard, time will heal and give you the courage to move on and carry on with your life

Ahora, con la perspectiva del tiempo y de la libertad que he adquirido en los últimos años, comprendo cuánto me humillé por amor. Dejé de lado todo, desde mi personalidad hasta mi trabajo, por soñar en un paraíso doméstico que no era para mí.

Written By Isabel Allende

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