la vie est ailleurs

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"Mis manos son de tu color, pero me avergüenzo de
llevar un corazón tan blanco"

Would she have to live her whole life in fear of losing him? 
She told herself: Their acquaintance had been based on an error from the start. The copy of Anna Karenina under her arm amounted to false papers;

In spite of their love, they had made each other’s life a hell. The fact that they loved each other was merely proof that the fault lay not in themselves, in their behavior or inconstancy of feeling, but rather in their incompatibility: he was strong and she was weak

But when the strong were too weak to hurt the weak, the weak had to be strong enough to leave.