Nothing is stable, is forever. The name of the book I found in my bungalow, casita, expresses eloquently my feelings:
A orillas del río Piedra me senté y lloré
porque casi todas de mis palabras hermosas españolas me he dejado.
Translation
On the shores of the river Piedra I sat and cried
because almost all of my beautiful Spanish words have left me.
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