Memento Mori / Prologue

“17 months ago my dad called me and told me: Silvino, can you come back to your brother’s funeral?. That night half of my soul died with my baby bro, and while I write this I’m crying.” It’s hard, really hard to expose yourself, to open the wounds and put your fingers on it, going […]

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