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  • There is this song by Ceratti that says - "By your marks i know how much you've loved"...i loved so intensely once that i exploded...we were a strange couple... like he wrote to me on the back of a picture of the building were we secretly used to live in Santiago de Chile...i was very tall and he was very short and we walked every were holding hands and we spend hours talking and watching art books. We used to steal chocolates and fruit jams for our tea time just for the thrill of doing things forbidden...i guess we felt our love was forbidden.
    Images of us walking through a park in Santiago called "Quinta Normal" on winter afternoons so cold comes back to me from time to time, we used to go to paleontology classes at the museum of natural history, this museum was inside this park, a beautiful park that reminded me of gothic times...We were art students but we were amazed by all this bones and tracks left on stones, stories of creatures that existed and we could know about them by their marks...We decided to have the same mark thinking we were going to be together...we still are in some way...every time someone asks me whats the meaning of my mark...
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