Zopilotes
That night I couldn’t sleep while he had consumed a quart of whisky. Wandering inside my room without realizing the photograph of Cortazar stuck on the wall, without realizing the 259 pages of scattered notes that hung from the wall, and if I saw something like that, I didn’t see the tacks that had secured all those things and words, I never saw anything that night, it was like being with eyes open and blind withoutread more…