Power Of Attorney India Bank

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García Lorenzo (Camagüey, 1988)

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II Last night I dreamed I was drowning in a white nylon.
And nobody wanted to portray me as well.
But later, it was a plastic bag was a white sheet.
And that is permissible.

V
I drop one of my hands in the street. Nobody notices, but I do not suffer the loss. The hand always hurt. When I was born I knew I had plenty, you just need one. A hand can do the same thing two. One hand is sufficient to die and made the sign of the cross on the forehead and to sign the paper certifying that I am dead. One hand is enough to touch me when I'm alone and wrinkled skin under water. Violet


Amid the square put a mannequin, a dancer of plastic. Since I could not stand, he fastened a rope around his neck and hung from a lamppost.
The dancer is small, hardly appears to be five years. Is white, very white. View it produces a feeling of endless winter. It has big eyes, and seems to look as if he could do with them. Looks pretty in her dress girl newcomer to ballet lesson. Everyone
in passing stops and admires his hands or long hair dipping over her waist. Only occasionally, when the breeze moves, you can see the light purple shadow left by the rope around his neck. A thin purple line.



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The nurse carefully watched each of the bed and stood in those two in the middle of the room. That night he felt a smell, a slight drop ... "someone is going to die, he thought, watching his hands and came to feel that desire persistent nail biting, but did not. Again review the room from side to side, she felt stupid for those people watching and again looked at his nails, again look, taste buds of his fingers and fell asleep.
Upon awakening, he approached the two beds in the middle of the hallway, he could not lift the sheets: a putrid smell of bodies was apparent in all bodies of your body. He looked at his nails, she looked, tasted the tips of his fingers and fell asleep.