Texts by Eduardo López Moreno®
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Whey drops measure the time in pavilions of malaise and collective pain. Men and women in white wander through corridors besieged by illness and suffering. Rows of beds like a military camp shelter a suffering people who fight day and night to recover the voice and the word that has been taken by a complaint and a lament.
Collective pain
Smells and rumors arrive in stampedes. There is a collective learning of the death and a general teaching to be brave.
Eduardo Moreno 