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Born by the River
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- Let's hurry with the machete, there is a lot of fog and that means there is going to be tremendous sun soon.
⁃ Grandpa, I'm already going for three.
⁃ Mijo remember to go down the cliff very carefully and wait for me on the shore, did you hear me? Ahh and don't worry... the horses know how to swim. 
⁃ All right, all right. 
⁃ Close your eyes... and listen to the clacking of the horse hooves hitting the stones at the bottom of the River, it's like melody for the ears no?
⁃ So it is grandpa 
⁃ Bathe the horses, "Mono" first and then "Garabato" and then you can take a dip.... 
⁃ Tomorrow we come back again? 
⁃ Yes don't worry, the river's not going anywhere.
He turned from his saddle to take one last look and said to the river:
- Here I entrust my grandson to you, tell him your stories, teach him your secrets...

Un Laberinto en el Estomago de un Cocodrilo
Ona Galeria 

It was a large, damp and dark space.

As he walked he could feel the walls, which were apparently made of branches, bushes and what looked like river plants. From the echo of the voices he knew he was not alone.

He couldn't explain why he looked back, maybe because he felt lost. In the distance he saw the light of what was once a way out and as he moved away from it, the sound was more and more defined, his curiosity was immense.

​With a single noise the mouth closed, he was trapped.

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