I take refuge in the security of art to protect myself from the storm of my anguish, from the tears of my life, from the pain of missing, I look curled up from the corner of solitude, I smile with the smile of my children, who illuminate me and dry me. the tears of memory...
@myriambregman La inflaciรณn de tres dรญgitos, una joven desparecida en el Chaco y no vuela una piedra, un gobernador que no es Peronista, le prenden fuego la Provincia. Y no decis nada, sos una inmoral