i have been thinking of my life as a man who is busy drowning with no hope of martyrdom or staying alive all i can make of my country is a sulphurous compound a black room with two gigantic stars as thoroughly silent as corpses and during the many storms in my life what happened? what really happened? during those nights what did i really see?
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