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  • JOSE MARÍA ROBLES

    @josmrobles

Updated Thursday, April 2, 2020 - 01:34

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In her 1929 diary, Virginia Woolf noted: "I wish I could capture the feeling: the feeling of how the real world sings when solitude and silence separate us from the habitable world ." That desire of the suicidal writer has suddenly materialized almost a century later due to the coronavirus. Solitude and silence - only occasionally broken by the siren of an ambulance or the applause-homage every afternoon to the heroes of Health - have covered our houses with a bell

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