Sep 6, 2010

Uno

I have been looking for someone to tell all my secrets. I haven't found anyone in this city. Maybe is the rain, the cold... I don't know what's wrong with this people. I was trying to talk with this guy on the bus and he just moved to another seat. Maybe my bad breath... My name could be Gregorio, Macario, Maximiliano but, the truth is that it doesn't matter. I live in the eleven floor of an old building in middle of the city where crackheads and whores live together in peace. I would like to start with facts but the reality is that I have been lying all my life that I'm not sure where to start or to draw a line between fantasy and reality. I have hurt some many people. I have ran away so many times. I just want the pain to stop... HAITI 1984

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