Small Mouth, Thin Lips

Antonio Ortuño

You do not ask me, Doctor, to write a text that explains myself to you and my other jailers. No, you demand that I carry on for another, taking up lines stolen from someone who shared my misfortune. Let me tell you right now: it can’t be done. Nothing I have written up until now has served to expl…

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