“My life is full of little doves”, her father heard her say over the phone, alleviated by the innocent and candid way in which she referred to happiness. The kilometers that mediated their repeated conversations were many and the telephone, since writing was not a habit of theirs, was a synthetic and direct recourse to keep up to date. She hung up the phone and sank her face, pen in hand, in her agenda where dry cleaning, dentist, studying, dinner with friends, shopping, weeping, where rigorously checked off with a sense of asphyxia.
J-Lopez (Dario Mariategui)
San Diego
11.16
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