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"Dry, dusty, and disheveled, travelling for days in the Mexican desert
I start to change, like a gecko changes it´s skin. I become more Roman Catholic. I appreciate different things. I don´t want a bed no more. I want a burro and a sword. I want my teeth filled with gold. I want to sleep under the stars. I want to gather an army of the poor."

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