Francisca
total silence
Like a mirage on the road, this place is the sanctuary of the Deceased Correa and to stop is unavoidable. The Sanjuanino sun scratches any surface and the air is oily and quiet. Burning, everything is burning. The slowness of trucks arriving or leaving after having a languid lunch at noon, there is total silence. I climbed the stairs from the walkway to the top of the monument very slowly, absolutely shocked by the amount of offerings. The silence becomes a whisper. The whisper increases with each step, wherever I look. The path to the top is a choir, a song, a prayer of faith dedicated to the
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