Square
The trees filter city noise.
Roads that blush as they embrace the fullness of flower beds. Romances that explain any culinary negligence. Men anesthetized by the sun, and no one knows if they have died.
The life here is urban and is simple.
Only these things complicate it:
One of those men with a wax toy mustache, which drives the wet nurses crazy and milks everything they have earned with their udders.
The guard with his bomb, which is a “Manneken-Pis”.
A woman who makes traffic light gestures to a vigilante, when she feels that her twins are being strangled in her belly.
Buenos Aires, December, 1920
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