PART ONE
Fever, lung-coughing blood, gasping, and night-seats.
A whole life that could have been, but was not.
Cough, cough, cough.
He sent for the doctor:
— Sat thirty-three.
— Thirty-three… Thirty-three… Thirty-three…
— Breathe
— You have a hole in the left lung and seepage into the right.
— Well, doctor, isn´t possible to try a pneumothorax?
— No. The only thing you can do is play an Argentine tango.
PNEUMOTHORAX , Manuel Bandeira








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