la tele
el perro
la alarma
el agua fria
el agua hirviendo para el baño
el panadero tirando el pan sobre el muro del patio
The body rearranged. The senses rearranged. What it used to be a guide to recognize the reality- doesn't count anymore. Confusion. The body is taken out of any habits. And there is no coffee. Only mate de coca and the baker throwing the bread over the wall of the patio each morning at 6:30 am.
Map. Location. Point of reference. All right. Go.
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