People observe the colours of the day only at its beginnings and ends, but to me it's quite clear that a day merges through a multitude of shades and intonations, with each passing moment. A single hour can consist of thousands of different colours. Waxy yellows, cloud-spat blues. Murky darknesses. I make a point to notice them.
The Book Thief
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15 diciembre, 2010
When the night falls, my heart falls
Fate is like a strange, unpopular restaurant filled with odd waiters who bring you things you never asked for and don't always like.
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