Lolita y el malhadado retruecanista

Esteban Lozano «Lolita, light of my life, fire of my loins. My sin, my soul. Lo-lee-ta: the tip of the tongue taking a trip of three steps down the palate to tap, at three, on the teeth. Lo. Lee. Ta. «She was Lo, plain Lo, in the morning, standing four feet ten in one sock. …

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