I sing my childhood in these pages that no one will ever read since they are written only for me.
“In a pit, among the garbage heaps, a woman who was really still a girl was poking at the ground. She was burying a biscuit tin containing six playing cards with a pin stuck through them, a piece of lodestone, the hearts of two doves, and a cameo of her seducer.“
Viscount Emilio Lascano Tegui | On Elegance While Sleeping