Saturday, July 30, 2005
death and taxis
after a death-defying trip to Recoleta, in a cab driven by a man who was obviously used to cheating death on a daily basis, a never-ending march through the narrow passages of the rather creepy necropolis. when i´m dead, i want a masoleum that is bigger than any house i ever had in life. it´s the after-life that seems to be important here in B.A. . . . live like death is just around the corner, and die like you´re a god. it´s what Evita would´ve wanted.
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Methinks that Evita would have much preferred dying like a goddess. Although she did look a bit mannish when she pulled her hair back in a pony tail, so maybe the god-thing fits.
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