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Higher, on a terrace of the Palace (because it was also the ayuntamiento) a soldier stood at ease with a rifle: on a still higher terrace dawdled the tourists: vandals in sandals looking at the murals.
“I have no house only a shadow. But whenever you are in need of a shadow, my shadow is yours.”
What is man but a little soul holding up a corpse?