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(Fernández Balbuena, Desnuda , 1922 - Madrid, Museo Reina Sofia)
C onvinto the futility of existence I step on the Time Machine. Check the year you want. I will be right in front of the house to me so well known. It is the dawn. I introduce through a window. The sound of my intrusion, albeit slight, it can be perceived. Someone in the shadows are asking me a question. I guess that face virtually identical to mine. The blow to the skull with my gun. Cade. Bleeds to death. I have a few minutes. Are sufficient. I stripped naked. I go to the bedroom bed. Heartbeats. Finally! A young woman in the bed in the darkness. Say my name. Just that. Yes, I am. It's okay. Hug me. And so, knowing that it is my last wish is accomplished, I abandon myself Ardenza passion I have always dreamed of casting body in the body with my beloved mother.
Ademir Jesus Morales Rojas (Mexico), El Enigma de la Esfinge
(Translated by Química impure )
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