I'll answer you in English, but it should be in Spanish (lo siento). There is a certain sense in your story that is not captured easily in translation, I think. The contemplation of your protagonist on the inevitability of time, and her all-too human denial of its inexorable toll--these preoccupations bring to mind Unamuno, an exquisitely Spanish writer. Universal sentiments, but I think some languages express certain emotions more fully.

I do think Quevedo is mistaken: Some of us anticipate age all of our lives and when we arrive we are not surprised. It is a sense Unamuno captures, that youth is shadowed by an awareness of its transience. He is one of my favorite writers, in any language.

Anyway, a wonderful piece. You are truly an artist.