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El Gran Gatsby
Capítulo 6, Página 23
…
One
autumn
night,
five
years
earlier,
they
had
been
walking
down
the
street
when
the
leaves
were
falling,
and
they
came
to
a
place
where
there
were
no
trees,
and
the
sidewalk
was
white
with
moonlight.
They
stopped
there
and
turned
to
each
other.
Now
it
was
a
cool
night
with
that
mysterious
excitement
that
comes
with
the
change
of
seasons.
The
quiet
lights
in
the
houses
were
humming
into
the
darkness,
and
there
was
a
stir
among
the
stars.
Out
of
the
corner
of
his
eye,
Gatsby
saw
that
the
blocks
of
the
sidewalk
really
formed
a
ladder,
leading
to
a
secret
place
above
the
trees—he
could
climb
to
it
if
he
went
alone,
and
once
there,
he
could
savor
the
essence
of
life,
drink
the
incomparable
milk
of
wonder.
His
heart
beat
faster
as
Daisy’s
white
face
came
close
to
his
own.
He
knew
that
when
he
kissed
this
girl,
and
forever
joined
his
unspoken
dreams
to
her
fleeting
breath,
his
mind
would
no
longer
roam
freely
like
the
mind
of
God.
So
he
waited,
listening
a
moment
longer
to
the
tuning-fork
that
had
been
struck
upon
a
star.
Then
he
kissed
her.
At
his
lips’
touch,
she
blossomed
for
him
like
a
flower,
and
the
transformation
was
complete.
Through
all
he
said,
even
through
his
overwhelming
sentimentality,
I
was
reminded
of
something—an
elusive
rhythm,
a
fragment
of
lost
words,
that
I
had
heard
somewhere
long
ago.
For
a
moment,
a
phrase
tried
to
form
in
my
mouth,
and
my
lips
parted
like
a
mute’s,
as
though
there
was
more
struggling
upon
them
than
a
wisp
of
startled
air.
But
they
made
no
sound,
and
what
I
had
almost
remembered
was
uncommunicable
forever.
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