TE19 Iberian Adventure

El Colombiario

and children licking in weariness, sobs stewing in the faint drone of the crowd, the undying speech of the wind eroding the last vestiges of silence, the sad and faded voice that years ago had managed to sow rain in her deserted wasteland, the dead woman with deep green eyes would stop sensing with her soul’s ears the spectral music of her beloved guajiro.


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