La Liturgia de la Telesita

4 12 2008

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Part I – Mythos

Like firefiles, the living and the dead walk through the silent streets. Even the dogs wander, those mangy pelts of hunger, without stars in their eyes. It is said that Benicio and Asuncion began to love each other that night and not before. There were some who had found each other between song and strong drink, those who had lost themselves between so much forgetting. But if that night was remembered, it was because of that girl, that enigma. She came forth from the mountain, squalid, like a harpy. Who was she? Where did she come from?
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