Como en su libro, la muerte se volvió intermitente. Pero esta vez, no se quedó con él, se lo ha llevado. Hoy, a los 87 años, ha muerto José Saramago. Hoy todos hemos perdido. El mundo entero se ha disminuido, le falta un pedazo, un trozo, algo.
Entire of itself.
Each is a piece of the continent,
A part of the main.
If a clod be washed away by the sea,
Europe is the less.
As well as if a promontory were.
As well as if a manner of thine own
Or of thine friend's were.
Each man's death diminishes me,
For I am involved in mankind.
Therefore, send not to know
For whom the bell tolls,
It tolls for thee.
John Donne
