konkubines of dictators
exploring the past
Tuesday, 12 March 2013
The monks sing gregorian chants.
She wakes up in a dime motel -the walls peeling- with somebody next to her.
The monks chanting at five o'clock in the morning: she gets up and listens.
She wishes the city did not exist
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