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All my work will explode inside my body, each fragment of my anatomy will acquire a life of its own, outside mine, Humberto won’t exist, only these monsters, the despot who imprisoned me at La Rinconada to force me to invent him, Ines’s honey complexion, Brigida’s death, Iris Mateluna’s hysterical pregnancy, the saintly girl who was never beatified ( Read more... ) -
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For all the shipping delays - near two months of e-mails - I was expecting the box to be lined in blue velvet and gilded in amethyst. Needless to say: no. But everything is wonderful, and the songs, of course. The box included: the album (autographed), the memoir, postcards, and a shirt ( Read more... )
