A dead man floating in the flood river in Valentín Alsina, Argentina, is a national tragedy. The dead are monitored by cell phones now, and desecrated in crude and sometimes absurd debates.
The sky was dismantled with rains, but the obstinacy of a blind sector remained. There is a decrepitude of the encomenderos of fanaticism, corruption and the staging of the political staging of deadly violence. “With its small wave and its dead end, it came and went, precisely like a dead monkey, still whole and not decomposed.”