-por Santiago T. Bellomo- -There is an inkstand on the table. -There is a handkerchief in my pocket. -There is a pencil in my right hand. -In my left hand there is nothing. -But there is a...

Rostros desahuciados, macilentos, Cuerpos que susurran letanías mortecinas, Manos abrazando negras sombras, clandestinas, Ojos apagados e indefensos. Voces acalladas por la infamia, Sueños derr...