came home crippled, his mind was blank. Other days I felt like Marco Antonio was victorious in another battle back in Gaul, a diver emerging after an expedition into a mysterious abyss, or a monkey sliding palm triumphant after cocazos killed a couple of tourists, but today was not for epic. He immersed himself in bed.
couple of times When he awoke, his mouth was very dry, tasted like earth. He reached into the nightstand, but there was no glass left there. That lazy, he did not want anything up. Sought gum in their pockets, but there was only earth. On the light afraid. Everything was full it is sand, was a desert. At the bottom he saw, far away, an oasis. After hours of walking, was given that he was always the same distance. * José Manuel Caballero.
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