VIA PULCHRITUDINIS
Here, the most beautiful, the hardest, the most authentic and the most essential, is this compatriot who clings to his being, to his land.
Nights can no longer be tolerated with the windows open because the cold knocks at the door, the doors of the houses are no longer swept, the wind changes the mosquitoes for a layer of dust that smells of autumn. The world has…
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