jamás. y esos silencios sin nombre. If at least I knew what happened after they left. Twenty three years ago we still moved around the ship, the docks left unfinished, uncountable splattering of cold plateña water on the hull. Pero sin ganas, sin ningun sonido, waiting for something we knew had never been there. A faded hope, tantos campeones, otros tangos, y aquellos años involucrandose en bruma.
