big and small. No matter the age, but the illusion is the same. Loneliness winter nights, on the outskirts of town. Is still far from the bustle to breathe in the central streets, the heat of the sun on the morning of Good Friday. Sounds
herenciano Requiem in the arena and a shiver runs through the body of the present. Silhouettes that are cut into the whitewashed walls of a square, witness the efforts of these guys. And of course, faith ... the faith of simple people, for those who are aware that even there, the play is that which is in the old Santa Ana
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