Every sunday in the week there is a flea market in San Telmo,
Buenos Aires. That’s actually not such a big secret to share.
The true surprise lies in the things you manage to find. So the
last time I was there, I just found my favorite booth. It was
selling antique cameras, wooden crosses and working guns.
find the story with audio here: You And Me
At some nights I am just sleepless. Not that I am not asleep. I am in between.
My bed becomes a stage for senseless orders of unpredictable dreams.
Observing my boundaries, tearing them down, reestablishing new ones.
Telling me my own story, not being conscious about my subconsciousness.
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