The day they killed Gregorio Ordonez, our words were strangled. Something shook us in a different, rough and mordant way. Something broke in our breath of the probable, with that purity diluted in the dirty water of the sewers. The morning had finally darkened and the brave boys with the sparkle on their lips, who came to take their lives ahead, like Gregorio Ordonez, had a shot in the neck. They were more murky days than we thought,
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