The night streets, endless confusions, pilgrimages extensive tramps with their cars driven by their own forces. And at dawn neither the trace nor the face of those who put their skin to the deep and merciless cold. The mist falls like a wandering, silent and icy cloud. The lazy sun and the enduring moon. Sometimes the rain paints the streets of old Bogotá again.
Author: Pablo Antonio Alfonso
Edition: 1
Language: Spanish
ISBN: 978-958-06-1375-2
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