by Mauricio Vallejo Márquez
recently found a plastic soldier in the garden. He was half buried. Friction with the earth my feet out, and unfortunately broke his base. Just for curiosity I tried to attach it strange again. Useless, just glue would do us the favor. If only I could join the broken, if only the errors cease to exist. But life is no life without mistakes, without the lift and fall and get up again. You need to break things and unite with glue, to recall that were broken.
Mauricio Vallejo Márquez, Salvadoran writer. Know your route and their works. 
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