欧宝娱乐

In those days, Christmas still retained a certain aura of magic and mystery. The powdery light of winter, the hopeful expressions of people who lived among the shadows and silences, lent that setting a slight air of promise in which, at least children and those who had learned the art of forgetting, could still believe.

I don鈥檛 know where I鈥檝e read that deep down we鈥檝e never been who we think we once were, and we only remember what never happened

I鈥檝e seen a few cases and the patients often hear voices, or they see and remember people and events that have never taken place鈥he mind slowly deteriorates and the patient can no longer distinguish between reality and fiction.

鈥渓ike seventy percent of Spaniards. 鈥�

cities have no memory and they need someone like me, a sage with his feet on the ground, to keep it alive

鈥擲e帽or Sempere, no es por faltar, pero este ni帽o Jes煤s es tres veces m谩s grande que su padre putativo y casi no cabe en la cuna.
鈥擭o pasa nada. Se les hab铆an acabado los m谩s peque帽os.
鈥擯ues a m铆 me da que al lado de la Virgen parece uno de esos luchadores japoneses con problemas de sobrepeso que llevan el pelo engominado y los calzoncillos ce帽idos a la regatera.
鈥擲e llaman luchadores de sumo 鈥攄ije.
鈥擡sos mismos 鈥攃onvino Ferm铆n.
Mi padre suspir贸, negando para s铆.