“Amputees suffer pains, cramps, itches in the leg that is no longer there. That is how she felt without him, feeling his presence where he no longer was.”

Gabriel Garcia Marquez

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“Amputees suffer itches, cramps and even severe pains in a leg that is no longer there. It can be the same with love...”


“She let him finish, scratching his head with the tips of her fingers, and without his having revealed that he was weeping from love, she recognized immediately the oldest sobs in the history of man.”


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