"Up there, there are stories breathing beneath the dust. There's life," she thought as the old Mr. Louis, the owner of the used bookstore, cleaned the shelves. "Someday the dust will be on my name, repeated on the different-colored spines of the books." Then the shelf didn't seem so big.
Spanish Version
"Allí, en lo alto, hay historias que respiran bajo el polvo. Hay vida"— pensó mientras el anciano Señor Louis, dueño de la tienda de libros usados, hacía la limpieza de los anaqueles.
“Algún día el polvo estará sobre mi nombre, repetido en los lomos de diferentes colores de los libros".
Entonces el estante no le pareció tan grande.
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