#packabook

“Poison or elixir, narcotic or aphrodisiac, whatever it was, this flower, relic of a day in the life of an accidental writer, an inadvertent counterfeiter leaving his traces in code, the birds were coming to try it, performing a dance for no one and flying up toward the moon.”

The true labyrinth of Buenos Aires is its people. So near and at the same time so distant. So similar on the outside and so diverse within.