I met this guy on the bus in my hometown of Cali, back in 1995. He made a living by reciting poetry in the buses as people go from A to B or to work. This guy, that's all I can call him since I never knew his name, would go all day long from one end of town to the other, under the soporific smell of petrol and the stifling heat of the tropic, reciting verses from Pablo Neruda and García Lorca. One day I saw him taking a break near my home and asked him to come over to my living room so I could take his portrait.
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