Timeline SARS-CoV-2 aka covid-19

Dear Arlen,

I've been dying to tell you that It's been a while since we last talked. Good catching up, again!
Our thoughts don't make sense, they intercept with each other or are placed in a box; which could be made out of metal, wood, ¿?, can't think of any other material right now.

I am comfy writing to you, I love hand-written letters as much as surprises...

Peanut, I am cold and sweaty. Couldn't bear with the mess in the kitchen. I'm glad I picked on that "hobby", glad to see how you've become more organized. Still green on the subject, but I remember who I've been in the past... Still have to improve on my night desks.

I've been playing with the idea of printing & framing some pictures... I love pictures, taking pictures but printing and framing them seemed as If I stop the clock in those moments and at times, I don't feel like staying there. Fingernails grow, you know? But then, when I see pictures I get happy and a painless melancholic smile takes over me.  So, I'll try it out for a change, who knows I might discover a hidden cotton candy.

The open veins of Latin America. Blood!, Faith!, Blood!, History!, Faith!, Understanding!, Blood!, Faith!...
Perhaps South America is the horse of the continent; long legs, strong muscles to run, to mobilize, to fail, to hold back, to untangle... To ride to heaven, to God carrying an envelope, that's all  you carry with you Arlen, an envelop. You don't know the content but you know where your heart is. 

ACO/31.03.2020

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Note to the file: I guess covid-19 was to be registered somewhere along these chords... So, on March 31st, sitting in my balcony, I heard an IG Live about "Free Writing". The exercise was to write a letter using a list of 10 random words that were thrown one by one. We would then write the first thing that popped in our mind.