I had a dear friend, Sando. He was born in Czekoslovakia. He went to the US and then to Mexico, where I met him. He was a painter and died in Puebla.
My wife and I were restless, not very happy in Puebla, and we were talking to him.
He just said something to the effect, just pack up and leave.
That made me think. I took a long time to finally leave Puebla. I recently read the "Manifiesto Infrarealista". DÉJENLO TODO, NUEVAMENTE. Leave everything again.
Will I?
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