4.07.2013

Drunken Arturo in the plaza with the lingering handshake

Never can I erase from my mind the image of the birds within the gated side of the San Francisco monastery in Lima, pigeons or doves, I can't be sure, an incredibly massive crowd.
And you'd never see so many human bones in one hour... or your lifetime perhaps... until you are placed in a plane of decomposure already long inhabited, then you can feel that eerily pleasant vibe.

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