Why were you so old when we met? I answered with the truth: Age isn't how old you are but how old you feel. - Gabriel García Márquez

Age isn't how old you are but how old you feel.

I ask myself how I could give in to this perpetual vertigo that I in fact provoked and feared. I floated among erratic clouds and talked to myself in front of the mirror in the vain hope of confirming who I was. My delirium was so great that during a student demonstration complete with rocks and bottles, I had to make an enormous effort not to lead it as I held up a sign that would sanctify my truth: I am mad with love.

"You're a great man, General, greater than anyone," she told him. "But love is still too big for you."

The truth is that the first changes are so slow they pass almost unnoticed, and you go on seeing yourself as you always were, from the inside, but others observe you from the outside.