LXXVII - Pleasure of Old Pains
Counting that crisis of my adolescent love, I feel something that I do not know if I explain well, and is that the pains of that court, to such an extent they have been spiritualized with time, that they are even diluted in pleasure. This is not clear, but not everything is clear in life or in books. The truth is that I have a particular liking to refer to such annoyance, when it is true that he reminds me of others whom I would not remember for anything.