The last time
Today I saw ducks looking for food, as always, lowering their beaks over the water. From where I was watching them, their exact reflection could be seen in the lake. In that green mirror, moving downward, at first it seemed like they were kissing themselves, then it seemed to me that they were kissi...
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Cátedra B de Problemas Epistemológicos de la Psicología de la Facultad de Psicología, Universidad Nacional de Córdoba
2022
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| Sumario: | Today I saw ducks looking for food, as always, lowering their beaks over the water. From where I was watching them, their exact reflection could be seen in the lake. In that green mirror, moving downward, at first it seemed like they were kissing themselves, then it seemed to me that they were kissing something that was not them. Who knows what is in the dark water where the sun rays fall, wanting to penetrate it.
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