Renace. Brevedad. Historicidad.




Siempre estamos rehaciendo la historia. 
Tortugas centenarias
Puentes rotos
Curaciones 
Chelo
Arete 
Aquelarre 
Renacer: re-evolucionar 
Nuestra memoria es siempre una reconstrucción imagen
fotografica
de carabelas
flores 
angeles
Nuestra memoria es siempre interpretativa del pasado, también lo es la perspectiva
Entre parafraseo y descripciones se conforma la historia paso a paso lentamente. Es como renacer en el umbral de un mago narco.

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