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Anoche, sentado frente a las puertas del Reina Sofía, esperando, leía apenas sin luz, forzando mis ojos.

Y, a menudo, rompía a carcajadas.

What do you mean by that? said the Caterpillar sternly. Explain yourself!

I can’t explain MYSELF, I’m afraid, sir said Alice, because I’m not myself, you see.

I don’t see, said the Caterpillar.

I’m afraid I can’t put it more clearly, Alice replied very politely, for I can’t understand it myself to begin with; and being so many different sizes in a day is very confusing.

It isn’t, said the Caterpillar.