by PerlssDj | Feb 25, 2010 | books
I can no longer tell whether it’s day or night. That’s what happens when one is alone and sleeps badly. It’s what happens when one has run away from everything, including himself, and doesn’t know where he is. At least metaphysically speaking, because physically I... by PerlssDj | Jun 25, 2009 | books, reference
( … ) Dicen que en las cárceles de Bangladesh, cada tarde cuando cae el sol y los presos dejan el patio para ser recluidos nuevamente en sus correspondientes ergástulos, se lleva a cabo un extraño ritual. Tras haber sido asegurado el cierre automático de los...
