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MuRo

"Saíamos à noite — González Lanuza, Piñero, meu primo e eu —,
armados com baldes de cola e pincéis fornecidos por minha mãe, e
caminhávamos quilômetros e quilômetros colando as  folhas
pelas ruas Santa Fe, Callao, Entre Ríos e México."

um blog de ideias, literatura e arte.
no muro e no murro.

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