no es la noticia, es la tristeza... si bien siempre me gusta pensar que la muerte es natural, es parte de la vida, a veces (como hoy) no puedo evitar sentirme confundida y apenada... todos vamos en carrera al mismo destino, pero no se´... a veces parece que algunos se apuraran demasiado...
`we're all mad here. I'm mad. You're mad.' `How do you know I'm mad?' said Alice. `You must be,' said the Cat, `or you wouldn't have come here.' Alice didn't think that proved it at all; however, she went on `And how do you know that you're mad?' `To begin with,' said the Cat, `a dog's not mad. You grant that?' `I suppose so,' said Alice. `Well, then,' the Cat went on, `you see, a dog growls when it's angry, and wags its tail when it's pleased. Now I growl when I'm pleased, and wag my tail when I'm angry. Therefore I'm mad." L.C.
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