Con esto lloré.

"Yes, I suppose you could. And you'd wind up regretting it every day for the rest of your life. Don't go there Joyce. Try to roll with the punches. Keep your chin up. Don't take any wooden nickels. Vote Democrat in every election. Ride you bike in the park. Dream about my perfecto, golden body. Take your vitamins. Drink eight glasses of water a day. Pull for the Mets. Watch a lot of movies. Don't work too hard at your job. Take a trip to Paris with me. Come to the hospital when Rachel has her baby and hold my grandchild in your arms. Brush you teeth after every meal. Don't cross the street on a red light. Defend the little guy. Stick up for yourself. Remember how beatyful you are. Remember how much I love you. Drink one Scotch on the rocks every day. Beathe deeply. Keep you eyes open. Stay away from fatty foods. Sleep the sleep of the just. Remember how much I love you."

Paul Auster, Brooklyn Follies.

(quién hubiera dicho que eso iba a pasar justo con este libro)