In Tunja, in Plaza de Bolรญvar (opposite the cathedral), the streets are lighted, the square is falling in ruins, but they do not know what they believe. Spirits who lie in the corner whisper... They weep and sigh over an absence in the church, in the park, in narrow, urban alleyways while in the great tower the ghost speaks to us with... mute gestures.
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