Abandoned Work : Work in Progress

All she had done was sing, beneath her breath as to herself, and without the words fortunately, some old folk songs, and so disjointedly, skipping from one to another and finishing none... The voice, though out of tune, was not unpleasant.

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Samuel Beckett, "First love"
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Siempre lo he dicho, no hay nada más bello que una mujer cantando desaforadamente- Escucharla. En verdad, la mujer debe cantar una misma estrofa una y otra vez. Cantar, decir, tararear, el murmullo, no sé... hasta silenciarnos.

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