Now he understood. He had dreamed about her countless times, on that same staircase, with that same blue dress and that same movement of her ash-grey eyes, without knowing who she was or why she smiled at him.

“Nothing is fair. The most one can hope is for things to be logical. Justice is …”

“... , listening to the storm outside as it left the city, knowing that I was go…”

“Someone who lives alone, I thought. You end up becoming what you see in the eye…”

“¿Sabe, Daniel? A veces pienso que Darwin se equivocó y que en realidad el hombr…”