Mercurio Bua*
He kneels and opens the chest and while he holds the cover with one hand the other searches for something in it.
“What do you have?” I ask him.
He turns:
“Lettere d’amore,” he says.
And then:
“You don’t care?”
“Of course, you know, since it refers to love,” I answer.
Then with careful movements, he took the items, one by one and showed them to me. Firstly, he pulled up and showed me various velvet fabrics, a pile of clothes, some embroidered, some discoloured. Then, a rotten mattress, and finally he lets the cover, takes out a well-kept corpse of a man and puts it on the floor. What was most important about the corpse was its smooth and shiny skin and unkept hair as well as the warlike, long moustache.
Libros Libertad 