In every one of those little stucco boxes there's some poor bastard wh >>
He is a man of thirty-five, but looks fifty. He is bald, has varicose >>
The existence of good bad literature --the fact that one can be amused >>
A population weakened and exhausted by battling against so many obstac >>
All I'm trying to do is not join my ancestral spirits just yet. >>
The consciousness of being deemed dead, is next to the presumable unpl >>
To survive it is often necessary to fight and to fight you have to dirty yourself.