Make No Mistake: Peaceful Madmen Are Ahead

Over The Weekend The Vultures Got Into The Presidential Palace By Pecking Through The Screens On The Balcony Windows And The Flapping Of Their Wings Stirred Up The Stagnant Time Inside, And At Dawn On Monday The City Awoke Out Of Its Lethargy Of Centuries With The Warm, Soft Breeze Of A Great Man Dead And Rotting Grandeur.

An Artisan Without Memories, Whose Only Dream Was To Die Of Fatigue In The Oblivion And Misery Of His Little Gold Fishes.

They Were So Close To Each Other That They Preferred Death To Separation.

There's No Greater Misfortune Than Dying Alone.

When I Wake Up," He Said, "remind Me That I'm Going To Marry Her.