Un cigarro, a la cama. El amor, la mañana. Un café, la canción, la semana. Un adiós, un porqué, lluvia temprana. Volver, un té, el beso: razón antemeridiana.
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"We are all alone, born alone, die alone, and -- in spite of True Romance magazines -- we shall all someday look back on our lives and see that, in spite of our company, we were alone the whole way. I do not say lonely -- at least, not all the time -- but essentially, and finally, alone. This is what makes your self-respect so important, and I don't see how you can respect yourself if you must look in the hearts and minds of others for your happiness."
—Hunter S. Thompson
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